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How the Pentagon Took Ownership of Con Man Donald Trump

How the Pentagon Took Ownership of Con Man Donald Trump

William Astore

Donald Trump is a con man. Think of Trump University or a juicy Trump steak or can’t-lose casinos (that never won). But as president, one crew he hasn't conned is the Pentagon.

How many realize that John Yoo – author of the memos attempting to justify the use of torture during the Iraq War, is STILL teaching Law – LAW!! – at U.C. Berkeley in California?   Does it not seem ironic that many are advocating the impeachment and imprisonment of Trump and yet they say nothing about Yoo . . .


Conned … or complicit?

Every prez has known the reality of the MIC

They get co-creative credit for it.

(Yes, even every liberal’s favorite Republican commander in chief, Ike, who I imagine warned of it out of worry that greedy corps might screw up the imperial status quo by grasping for a bridge to riches too far.)


If the Democratic Party Establishment wasn’t in league with the Pentagon and the Republican Party in this continued assault on Venezuela to overthrow Maduro, they would be raising Hell about Trump moving towards another senseless effort at "Regime Change."

It’s now clear the Democrats and their presidential candidates are conspiring to murder the masses in Venezuela for their oil.

And 95 to 97% of you will vote to support one of these two parties who are guilty of conspiracy to overthrow a democratically elected government.

What have you to say?

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Justice is fucking blind Unc.

Mr. Astore’s comment was anticipated by a great author, Mark Twain.

The War Prayer

by Mark Twain

It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and spluttering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spread of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory with stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts, and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country, and invoked the God of Battles beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpourings of fervid eloquence which moved every listener.

It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.

Sunday morning came — next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their young faces alight with martial dreams — visions of the stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender!

Then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag, or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation:

God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest,
Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!

Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was, that an ever-merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers, and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in the day of battle and the hour of peril, bear them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory —

An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher’s side and stood there waiting. With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal, “Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord and God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!”

The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside — which the startled minister did — and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes, in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said:

“I come from the Throne — bearing a message from Almighty God!” The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. “He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd, and will grant it if such be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import — that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of — except he pause and think. “God’s servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two — one uttered, and the other not. Both have reached the ear of Him who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this — keep it in mind. If you would beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon your neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain on your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse on some neighbor’s crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.

“You have heard your servant’s prayer — the uttered part of it. I am commissioned by God to put into words the other part of it — that part which the pastor — and also you in your hearts — fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard the words ‘Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!’ That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory — must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!

“Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth into battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended in the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames in summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it —

For our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimmage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!

We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

(After a pause.) “Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits.”

It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.

Here is a suggestion from a lesser light:

Saving the World is a mighty endeavor
That can break the heart of those on the trail,
As well as the one who just wants to be clever.
Renew your efforts on a smaller scale,
There are ideas that cannot fail.

Share with those you find around you
Mighty weapons are hugs and smiles
And you’ll find they come back to you, too.
Love scatters light for many miles
Lighting the way to the plan in the files.

Lately the news seems filled with hate and tragedy;
Only occasionally does love and kindness appear.
Verily, we need a new strategy
Encouraging empathy and forgiveness instead of fear.

Teachers revered throughout history have always taught love,
Hatred is proved but a sordid blind alley.
Youth has always sought a path of enlightenment in the light above.

Now we are facing a cult of hate and destruction,
Engorging itself upon power and greed.
It is time We the People begin giving instruction,
Growing love and compassion with new seed.
Hatred is like being chained to an oar in a galley.
Brotherly love can snap the chain and break the oar,
Or, take the galley and head for an halcyon shore
Resolving in peace, that of hate, we will take no more.

Steve Osborn
28 May 2017
(Note, this is an acrostic verse. read down the first letter of each line.)


When Teddy Roosevelt took off on his big trip tour to show other nations that America is not to be trifled with----- way back then–I’m sure he impressed a lot of people. However, as America has been blowing up nations and people for the last 18 years, and that was after doing that to SE Asia, and losing American lives, and torturing Vietnamese people------that was a sorry state for America.
So many wars since then, including that weird one Grenada with Ronald Ray-gun . What a sad nation we are.
Please reread WHY Washington was able to win his wars. It was very helpful that France was behind us----but the colonists in waiting to be Americans had a REAL REASON to fight—they didn’t want to be beholden to the English and wanted their own separate nation—and so really, the Colonists had a reason to fight and endure----they expected to share in building a new nation and get England out of their collective faces.
And in WW 2, after Pearl Harbor, Americans saw a need to fight------------BUT—
since then, there has been no need ,although the people fighting might believe for a while—but not anymore. That’s why America can’t win a war. Isn’t it time for more people to realize that wars kill Americans and benefit the corporations-------that’s a stupid reason to die. 800 bases and not a win in sight. It’s time to stop with the silly wars and fight the real incoming killer—climate change! Oh and don’t even think about going to all drones all the time-----because the world has so many hackers—and you will end up, my country droning all of us Earthlings into smithereens!


Note the US Military claims this as a SAFER method than the existing issuing of issuing Performance enhancing drugs to their soldiers.

US soldiers are being used as guinea pigs here and I suggest a lof of that PTSD is linked directly to these methods. Their brains are being re-wired towards KILL mode.

Do not let the language of this article fool you. The US Military has always been trying to find ways by which they can get around normal brain functions that drive things like empathy, compassion and regret. This is what MK Ultra was all about. They want to design “super killers” and once these murderers done killing brown people abroad , they are going to return to a neighborhood near you.

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Yoo needs to be in prison. To let people like Yoo walk around in public makes a mockery of our system of gov.

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He even costly weapons systems like the sky’s-the-limit $1.4 trillion Lockheed Martin [F-35 fighter]

Hey now! That’s Warmonger Bernie’s pet project. Lighten up on the social democrat’s favorite graft and corruption. how much money have you put in your pocket so far Bernie?

Great article Col. Astore.

“The Pentagon will never be forced to make significant reforms until Americans stop believing in (and consenting to) its comforting lies.”

The Pentagon is a subsidiary of the MIC, an oligopoly made up of different corporations including major media, who’s profits depend on manipulating the public mind and not allowing truthful messages like yours to air.

Beautiful, thank you.

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Law schools think that to be a good lawyer, you don’t have to be “good”.