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QOTE

Now that Obama is in office, is he and his admin going to use the media any differently than the prior administration?

Psst, more liberal media bi-asses

CNN…getting sleazier by the day at least this guy is apparently blatantly working for a progressive think tank and not one that is Non-partisan and full of Republicans
 

CNN’s Bill Schneider Joins Third Way

Bill Schneider of CNN, Third Way’s first Distinguished Senior Fellow & Resident Scholar
Author: Jill Pike

WASHINGTON, DC – Bill Schneider, CNN’s longtime Senior Political Analyst, will be joining Third Way as the organization’s first Distinguished Senior Fellow & Resident Scholar.

No, not three way…Third Way.

Donning my skeptical hat

It was pretty easy to pick apart a Bush loyalist especially when they would put out vague statements and watch the media lap them up. Well, here we have an Obama guy doing the same thing, and, well, the same thing happens.

Responding to criticism from former Vice President Cheney that President Obama is making the nation more vulnerable to terrorism, the president’s National Security Adviser, Gen. Jim Jones (Ret.), told ABC News in an exclusive interview that actually the reverse is true: President Obama’s greater success with international relations has meant more terrorists put out of commission.

First warning goes off, When I hear “exclusive”. Meaning, they called ABC and said they will give them an exclusive. Then low and behold, the reverse is true and O is safer and more effective than W. Shocking.

“This type of radical fundamentalism or terrorism is a threat not only to the United States but to the global community,” Jones said. “The world is coming together on this matter now that President Obama has taken the leadership on it and is approaching it in a slightly different way – actually a radically different way – to discuss things with other rulers to enhance the working relationships with law enforcement agencies – both national and international.”

Key word that jump out “leadership”,”radically”, “different”. Look, O talks with people. W didn’t. Good vs. Bad.

Jones said that “we are seeing results that indicate more captures, more deaths of radical leaders and a kind of a global coming-together by the fact that this is a threat to not only the United States but to the world at-large and the world is moving toward doing something about it.”

The former Marine General didn’t provide any specific numbers to back up his claim, but he said “there is an increasing trend and I think we seen that in different parts of the world over the last few months for sure.” He added that he was not “making a tally sheet saying we are killing more people, capturing more people than they did — that is not the issue.”

Another siren is sounding. A factless statistic. And he backs up his statistic by saying what? That he isn’t tracking the numbers? WTF?

But the numbers are going up, he said. “The numbers of high value targets that we are successfully reaching out to or identifying through good intelligence”

Ok, so let me get this straight? The numbers you aren’t tracking or tallying are going up? And you know this because….

from both the CIA and intelligence agencies from US allies has made the difference, he said. “We have better human intelligence; we know where the terrorists are moving. Because of the dialogue and the tone of the dialogue between us and our friends and allies…
the trend line against terrorism is positive, and that’s what we want. If we have a positive trend line we have a safer country.”

Ok, so again, no data, no score card, no tallying, but we are trending up?

Jones made his comments the day after Mr. Cheney said he has “serious doubts” about the extent to which President Obama “understands and is prepared to do what needs to be done to defend the nation.” Cheney assailed the decision by Attorney General Eric Holder to begin a preliminary investigation into whether any CIA officers went beyond what they were told was legally permissible in interrogating detainees.

Ahhhhhh, there it is. After Cheney made his comment. Now we know what this “exclusive” meeting was all about.

Later on in the post we get this nug


“We are doing everything to make this country safe every single day,” Jones asserted.

GRRRRRRRRR, we are tough and kill people too! Safe, strong, leadership! O! Hoorah!

“We’re a nation of values,” he told ABC News. “I was on active duty when these techniques were used. I was surprised and disappointed.” The United States, he said, isn’t “known as a country that tortures people.”

Uh, you were on active duty when these things occurred and didn’t do shit about it? HELLLOOOOOOOOOO!

We are a nation of values but we just don’t prosecute or hold people accountable when they go against our “values” (wink, wink)

Politics, aint it grand?

The government can’t do anything right

If this is true, then that means, that, that, that, but, but, but Obama is a socialist!

Nearly a year after the federal rescue of the nation’s biggest banks, taxpayers have begun seeing profits from the hundreds of billions of dollars in aid that many critics thought might never be seen again.

The profits, collected from eight of the biggest banks that have fully repaid their obligations to the government, come to about $4 billion, or the equivalent of about 15 percent annually, according to calculations compiled for The New York Times.

Paging Dr. Favre

This evening before the Monday night game ESPN had on their scoll that Brett Favre thinks he may have cracked a rib, due to it hurting to breath.  NO official diagnosis has been made.

How is that news worthy?  I’m so tired of this idiot.

Lessson learned?

Foot in a cast again, beer on the Italian tiled step he paid a Cuban immigrant to lay because he is unable to do it himself.  The brightness of the room’s day burst in from the multiple windows.  His wife is in the kitchen preparing for supper.  His son, all of 10 months, orange hair, is reaching for the electrical outlet.  The whirlwind that culminates the last part of the work day is finally subsiding.  Both parents are home and the burden of child care no longer has fallen on just mom.  The sigh of relief to be alone and concentrating on something more easy like getting dinner fixed can begin.  His finger is making a bee line for it.  The normal banter is occurring over the 20 feet of space that separates husband and wife.  He stops, looks up and hears the words that he will most likely hear at least ten thousand times between now and the time he dies, if he’s lucky.  There will be variations of course, “ah-eh-ah, don’t do that, maybe, not right now, wait, I have to think about it, we don’t have the money, it costs too much”

His hand falls to his round legs, and he propels himself onto his red, tender knees.  Looking up at his father again, looking away, finger again making a motion to touch the outlet.

The no comes at him a little firmer this time.  15 years ago, he would have smacked his hand.  After all, the pain of being shocked is way worse than the pain of being smacked.  He will remember it the next time.  But not today, he knows better.  His other children the victim of the hard lesson he has taught himself.  Irreparable damage he hopes to be pushed down in the chasm of other painful memories he has created and were similarly created by his father and so on and so on.

He smiles back and the love, the true feeling of love engulfs his chest and lungs.  His beautiful baby boy, innocent and cute as all hell, sits there a little longer and ponders whatever it is that a 10 month old can ponder at 6pm in the evening.  He sits there looking at him.  He’s growing so fast.  The daycare workers say he is sensitive.  To him all he hears is that he wants his mommy or daddy.  That he just wants to be home.  His heart swells again this time though it pumps deep throbbing pumps of pain and hurt.  The emotional pain of being completely powerless in a situation and not being able to affect another human being you have brought into this world only to do something so horrible as leave alone in an unforgiving, relentless, faux-Christian society that would rather kill and mame other humans to advance their ideologies.  A hurt that he can’t raise his son in the way that they tell you, you should on Television.  They have been pumping this nuclear family bullshit into his head for the better part of 35 years.  Propagandizing into his subconscious what it is that he should be and how it should be.  How the lucky are able to stay at home.

Pumping him full of the illusive and unattainable cardboard household that is portayed as the real heroes in Americana folk lore.  He knows all too well the heroes they create; the ones that can “make it work” by cutting coupons.  The soccer mom that recently was trotted out on CNN that built a bicycle for her whole entire family to peddle while eating dinner.  The bike creates wind power that powers their entire home. It has a generator on it that stores their electric.  They sell their electric to local supermarkets and swap the energy for produce and dairy products they are fortunate enough to have time to create in their barn raised by Amish people 240 years ago after the great happening that occurred that was really awful and created amazing self awareness.   They also raise live stock and buy and sell farm animals that the local community also helps raise.

The father, he is an engineer working on solving the current carbon problem that has gripped their community.  Ever since the old mill shut down Pa has been working feverishly to reclaim his position in society and knows that with hard work he can make it.  After all, that’s what America is all about gosh darnit (swinging his arm in the manner that emphasizes his point). Pa, well he works from home in overalls of course, faded blue and white around the knees that show the dedication he has to his craft of course.  In his basement he has a plant that absorbs the carbon emissions from his children and recycles them into a combustible material that he sells to NASA to make ends meet.  They don’t go out to dinner.  They don’t believe in pesticides.  They pray at dinner and their children aren’t riddled with ADD.  Perfect.  American.  White.

His son reaches for the socket one last time.  He thunders down a NO onto him.  He hasn’t bellowed one of these yet at his son and it shows.  The lion has never roared directly at him.  The tile in the foyer rifles back the burst at his little ears.  The thunder echoes in between his little ear canal and down to his stomach.  He looks up at his father.  Why?  Why did you just yell at me?  Why did you make me hurt?  It happens all in slow-painful-heart wrenching-motion.  He looks up and says it with his eyes, his mouth and every ounce of his 22lb body.  It pours out of him fast.  It unfolds like the toy that comes to life after it has absorbed an ounce of water.  His bottom lip drips and forms that half square that allows his saliva to drip from his cherub face and onto the bend of his milky white leg.  The saliva that is a constant reminder of his teething doesn’t stop as he wails.  The saliva, which is a constant reminder of his infancy on this planet, hangs from his face.  He continues to look up to his own flesh and blood in a mystified, paralyzed fear that feels like an hour.  Time has slowed and become very relative all of a sudden.  The thunder is still there echoing around the room bouncing off the hard, cold surface.  The light seems dimmer than it was a half a second ago and the weather seems to have shifted.  Everything has changed for the worse now.  His head falls down like a dogs tail between its’ legs.  He is crying now and looking up at his father still wondering why he had to do that.  Why? He crawls away with his tiny 3 inch hands patting the tile, knees sliding behind him.  Huffing for air, tears falling from both eyes, slobbering, turning red, he gets about three feet away and looks back.  They aren’t daggers of anger shooting back at his father.  They are daggers of Why.  Why’s coming at his father in rapid fire.  50mm burst why, why, why, why arrows penetrating his heart, his head, his eyes.  He wants to look away at the carnage he has caused.  The insufferable, huffing, bawling and disappointment is beyond anything his father thought could possibly happen with a simple No.  His head down again he starts to crawl to mommy.  The patting on the floor more like a slap on his face.  Crawling away the slaps hurt as he gets farther and farther away from the source of the pain.  The why bullets are flying and the arrows are sticking out of him like an Indians victim in the forest hundreds of years ago.  He is somewhat disoriented from the fear and the hurt of having been yelled at thus his path to the kitchen is not direct.

His heart is being pierced with each nano-second that elapses now.   It is torture having to watch this display of complete fear.  What has he done?  Did he really used to do this with his other children?  Why?  The mind is an unbelievable processor of memories, bad memories.  Where do these come from? I thought these were put in the trash bin and deleted.   The speed and veracity with which all the memories come rushing out of his mind are unreal.  The emotion pours over him.

The one constant memory he can’t seem to stuff away far enough from his memory rushes back to him faster than the breath of a man resuscitated from a near drowning.  Being yelled at for spilling the milk.  Being so afraid to spill the milk that he spills the milk anyway.  The yelling that would ensue from yes, literally spilt milk.  It was nothing to make jokes about.  The people that would say, “Don’t cry over spilt milk” have never had the unleashing of a tired, depressed, over worked middle aged father going through the final years of a marriage that should have never happened.  The yelling one endures from the most mundane unreal things would marvel anyone that thought they had it bad as a kid.  The yelling is what he remembers. The, “ I will never do that to my children” mantra, never seems to become a reality for some reason.  Bad habits are hard to break.  The hair trigger anger is still there.   Though somewhat mitigated with years and self-therapy.  He holds out his hands to say, “Come here.”  To express his condolences.  To say he is sorry.  He crawls back, pitifully.  Slap, slap, slap, huff, huff, huff.  He gets to his feet, crawls up his leg.  Arms raised up, still huffing. The eyes look right at him. They have “why did you do that?” written all over them in big bold Arial font.  They both look away from each other but for different reasons.

It’s ok he says, you just can’t do that buddy.  That will really hurt you ok?  I’m sorry I yelled at you.  I know it was wrong but I was afraid.   I won’t do it again.

Why I know I’m doing something right

I hide out in the open people.  I was right there Saturday hamming it up in Greenville.  There was about 75 other people from various political circles and social circles right along side of me.  Slugging Twin Lakes beer after beer.  Perhaps you didn’t know that I also go to the Drinking Liberally events.  You might have seen me?  I’m the guy that chicks walk by and say, “Are you Donviti?”  Yes, yes I am.  No, no you can’t touch it.  It’s my wifes.  (but you can look)  It’s not just me either.  We here at DL put ourselves out there in public on a regular basis.  Who I am is hardly a secret to people that take the time to know me.  People have had plenty of chances and will continue to have plenty of chances.  I’m not hiding that well.

One of the reasons I started as the blogger “Donviti” was because it was my yahoo email address that I gave myself all the way back in 1994 right around the time when Yahoo started.  Donvito was already taken.  I grabbed it and have had it ever since.  I never grabbed the name and posted with it for much other reason than to hide my name from the people that I work for or future employers.  I liked the name.  I’m half Italian and have a name that is pretty much a dead give away for being Donviti.  It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to learn my real name, then say I am with Delaware liberal.

I have been outspoken my entire life.  I got my ass beat for it.  I went to detention and JUG for it.  I got into fights for it.  Hell, I was almost courtmartialed for it.  I almost lost my rank because of it and luckily because I was mostly right at the time I got away with it.  I will continue to be outspoken regardless if my “real name” is out there.  I have no doubt that what I do rubs people the wrong way but, I don’t make a living off of doing what I do.  And I do it because I can.  Because I’m good at what I do and I like to write.  I love this soapbox.   You see, so many politicians don’t get it.  Business leaders don’t get it.  And you know who gets it in the end?  Me, my children and the rest of my extended family aka America.

So yes, I don’t like them.  They are dishonest.  They are crooked.  They are hurtful, mean, sinful humans that don’t deserve to be stroked when they die.  That don’t deserve to be given some modicum of respect when what they do, day in and day out is fuck over my fellow citizens.  So, I say what I say with a piss and vinegar that would offend a nun and hopefully even my fellow sailors.

But, I’m hardly hiding.  And “outing” me isn’t going to silence me.  It is hardly eye for eye.  It hardly does anything to solve the problem that I apparently am to you.  You see, the governor knows who we are, Pretty much all the politicians in Delaware know who we are.  People that want to know who we are, are more than welcome to march their sorry asses to anyone of the events we talk about hosting or being at.

Hell, I have even solicited for folks to COME TO MY OWN FUCKING HOME FOR WHISKEY TASTINGS.  So, contrary to what a few pussies think I am right here in the open.  I am typing this chuckling at the thought of some little twerp pounding away at a wordpress site  all the while shouting at the monitor in that meddling, menacing, cartoon voice like that of an evil, mad, dopey scientist.  “Hheeehehehehehehe, I will smite him” (in a high pitched weaselly, Lindsey Graham voice)  “I’m gonna out dem mean people at Delawareliberal and show them!!!”

I’m not sure the purpose it even serves.  It reeks of powerlessness for one.  Desperation for another.  It lacks in creativity.  But seriously?   What are you hoping for?  Bodily harm?  Someone get’s injured? Because one of the writers on this blog essentially got a death threat.  If that is what you are going for then you are truly a powerless little fuck that needs to seriously take a step away from the computer and read a book.  Not a comic book either.  A real book on something like “How to not take shit personally and grow up”  Something like that.

So for the record, I’m not hiding from people that want to find me.  I’m barely hiding from people that might be trying to find a reason to fire me.  The only people I’m hiding from are potential future employers and currently I like where I’m at a heck of a lot.   I use donviti because I like it and I don’t use my real name because I don’t.  Because I don’t have to.  Because there is a blog code however tacitly implied that sort of allows me to write with the name Donviti.  But boohooo on me.  It really is a weird thing how it is only people on this blog that seem to need to be outed and not other blogs on the other side of the aisle.  But whatever, those people have come to our defense once before and I’m sure he/she too will be outed eventually…

So man to man, because the pussy doing what they are doing is no doubt a guy, I could give to rats ass if you go to such lengths to out me.  I can’t speak for my co writers.  I think though that I must be doing something right if I can get under someones skin so much to the point they feel they are hurting me equally as much as I am hurting one of their friends, peers, idol’s or god’s.  It has to be someone I have attacked personally right?  Why else would some loser go to the lengths they are going to teach me such a mighty lesson?  I’ve been taught lessons my entire life by people and usually in the end I am the one to get off the ground first. So be it.  What kind of a sorry, pathetic, weak individual thinks that outing someone that said meany things about a friend of their’s is noble?  I fight my own battles though.  I don’t hide behind 300lb lap dogs?  LOL, I kill me.

Karma is my friend she has taught me a lot in this life and my guess is that she will teach some one else a thing or two as well.  I’m donviti, and I’m right here any time any where.  I will be at a wine tasting this Saturday at Veritas Wine Shop.  Come join me for a drink if you have any balls.

Deepthought

I think I just nailed it…

Obama is trying to hook up “his people” with free health care and there aint no way in hell some people are going to let that happen