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Hillary Could Face Jail Time In Striped Pantsuit From Email Legal Challenges

(Sure she will, and Slick Willy is going to stop chasing women, too.  The White House has made this a non-issue because they know if Hillary gets charged, the whole Regime will go down with her.  If only....)

VIDEO:

(Time lapse shows Hillary Clinton aging... I just watched that and I didn't turn to stone...)

Via Washington Times
http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2015/mar/11/hillary-clinton-could-face-jail-time-as-email-scan/

The Obama administration will soon find itself in court having to explain to federal judges why it never told anyone former Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton used a secret email address, potentially spoiling dozens of open records requests, experts said Wednesday.

And Mrs. Clinton could face up to three years in prison per message if she is found to have broken her word and handled classified information on the secret account, one open records expert told The Washington Times.

The legal challenges have already begun, with The Associated Press filing a federal lawsuit saying the State Department has foiled five years' worth of requests for Mrs. Clinton's emails, but never told them or the court that she kept her own server — meaning that her emails weren't being searched.[...]

Mr. Horner, the man who exposed former EPA Administrator Lisa P. Jackson's use of fake email alias "Richard Windsor," said Mrs. Clinton's chief legal problem could come if someone can prove she handled classified material on her private account. But since she controlled all access to her emails by running her own private server, it will be difficult to prove — unless another party in the email exchanges comes forward.

"So long as she retains possession, sole custody, of her server, which obviously was the point of the server, she has greatly reduced her exposure to legal jeopardy unless or until anyone at the other end of correspondence comes out," Mr. Horner said.

He said it was "implausible" Mrs. Clinton didn't handle classified information on her account, but in her press conference Tuesday, she said that was the case.

"I'm certainly well aware of the classification requirements and did not send classified material," she said.

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MSNBC's Ed Schultz: We Should Take Guns Away From Ferguson Police Officers

(Ed Schultz is a genius! ... said nobody.  You STINK, Ed...)

Via Daily Caller:

On his Wednesday show, MSNBC's Ed Schultz wondered whether "disarming the police" is an actual possibility in Ferguson amid probable changes to the police department after a report showing instances of racism.

"I'll give you this one: What about disarming the police?" Schultz said stunningly. "What about just having them carry nightsticks and the authority to arrest?"

"I mean, it would take a brave person to do something like that, but if you really want — there really are places on the face of this earth that there are police officers that don't carry firearms," Schultz told panelist Michael Eric Dyson.

"I know the right wing's gonna think I'm crazy for thinking, but if you really want change, you have to institutionally show it to the people that you want to do this," Schultz added. "That would be part of a big social engineering project if Ferguson's going to turn around. That's how I see it."

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Feds Spent $148,379 To Create 'Diet Choker' In The Mooch War On Obesity

(How stupid!  The Feds could have gotten a "diet choker' for $19.95 plus tax at Billy Roy's Adult, Pawn, Bait, Tackle and Discount Cigarette Shop...)

Via WFB
http://freebeacon.com/issues/feds-spent-148379-to-create-diet-choker-that-monitors-eating-habits/

The federal government helped finance the creation of a so-called "diet choker" that monitors the eating habits of the wearer.[...]

The invention received a $148,379 grant from the National Science Foundation (NSF) in 2013 to create a sensory necklace to "fill the need of automatically detecting swallows and eating patterns."

Researchers at UCLA, led by Majid Sarrafzadeh, the director of the Embedded and Reconfigurable Computing Lab of the university's computer science department, released the findings of a pilot study on the necklace this month.

CBS News called the invention "slightly odd." (No Sh!t...)

"These sensors track the vibration that occurs in the neck when a person chews food and swallows their drink," the report said. "This 'diet choker,' designed by engineers at University of California Los Angeles, can even sense what type of food you're eating since something crunchy is likely to make the neck vibrate more than food that's soft. The sensors can also determine if a person is downing a hot or cold drink."[...]

Sarrafzadeh told Popular Science that he and his team personalized the device in a pilot study by having people eat a "3-inch Subway sandwich and then sip down a 12-ounce drink."

The researchers envision the device not only for dieting, but also for quitting smoking, or reminding people with medical conditions to take their pills.

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Otherwise, most of time the Republicans are working quite well with Obama as they all continue their way to further their liberal causes.

[Diane Amberg]

So which is the big 'gator carrying away for lunch, a Demo or a Repub?   As far as Hillary and Bill's texts. He said he doesn't send them. He never said he didn't receive them. Is anyone going to spill the beans about all the others who have used private e-mails for Gov't business? HA! Just twist and shout!

[Ross]

So which is the big 'gator carrying away for lunch, a Demo or a Repub?   As far as Hillary and Bill's texts. He said he doesn't send them. He never said he didn't receive them. Is anyone going to spill the beans about all the others who have used private e-mails for Gov't business? HA! Just twist and shout!

Perhaps there would be more whistle blowers if they were net threatened by Hitler er I mean Obuma.
Even the Naval Shipyard I worked in had strict rules about e-mail and computer uses and that was before Hillary became Secretary of State. That plus who illegal donations to her foundation while Secretary should buy her prison time. But there is no justice in the law.

What has happened to patriotism in this country?

They are attempting to pass laws to force citizens to accept injections when required by the government.
I have but one suggestion --- force truth syrum injections on politicians and government employees on a daily basis.

Patriotism is all but gone in this country but if things get any worse I believe it may come back with a vengeance. And the liars will regret it.

Just my toughts and hopes and prayers. Nothing like Obama's desire to destroy our way of living.

[Ross]

We the People
"'The organizer's first job is to create the issues or problems,' and 'organizations must be based on many issues.' The organizer 'must first rub raw the resentments of the people of the community; fan the latent hostilities of many of the people to the point of overt expression. He must search out controversy and issues, rather than avoid them, for unless there is controversy people are not concerned enough to act. . . . An organizer must stir up dissatisfaction and discontent.'" http://www.crossroad.to/Quotes/communism/alinsky.htm

[Ross]

Neighbor Trolls Clinton,
Puts Up Yard Sign Selling
'Clean Hard Drive'

by Evan McMurry | 8:43 am, March 12th, 2015

Trolling season, which comes around every March 15, arrived in Chappaqua three days early this year when one of Hillary Clinton's neighbors stuck a FOR SALE sign in his lawn advertising a scoured hard drive:

The sign, first noticed by the Daily News, read "Used Email Server, Clean Hard Drive, 15 Old House Ln. — See Bill," a reference to Clinton's press conference Tuesday in which she said thousands of the emails from her personal server had been deleted. Clinton has come under severe scrutiny for using a personal email account based in a private server at her New York home. (Pro-tip: we do our joke for-sale stuff on Craigslist now.)

Gary Murphy, owner of a house-cleaning business, said he was unsatisfied with the answers Clinton gave at the press conference. Murphy acknowledged he was a registered Republican, but has "equal disgust for both parties for the most part." Sure thing.

Clinton is no stranger to animosity from her town of residence; during her book tour last summer an unidentified hooligan defaced a banner advertising her appearance with a Benghazi reference.

http://www.mediaite.com/online/neighbor-trolls-clinton-puts-up-yard-sign-selling-clean-hard-drive/

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I, Pencil: The Movie

http://ipencilmovie.org/

OR

VIDEO:

TRANSCRIPT:

I, Pencil
My Family Tree as told to Leonard E. Read

I am a lead pencil—the ordinary wooden pencil familiar to all boys and girls and adults who can read and write.*


Writing is both my vocation and my avocation; that's all I do.


You may wonder why I should write a genealogy. Well, to begin with, my story is interesting. And, next, I am a mystery—more so than a tree or a sunset or even a flash of lightning. But, sadly, I am taken for granted by those who use me, as if I were a mere incident and without background. This supercilious attitude relegates me to the level of the commonplace. This is a species of the grievous error in which mankind cannot too long persist without peril. For, the wise G. K. Chesterton observed, "We are perishing for want of wonder, not for want of wonders."


I, Pencil, simple though I appear to be, merit your wonder and awe, a claim I shall attempt to prove. In fact, if you can understand me—no, that's too much to ask of anyone—if you can become aware of the miraculousness which I symbolize, you can help save the freedom mankind is so unhappily losing. I have a profound lesson to teach. And I can teach this lesson better than can an automobile or an airplane or a mechanical dishwasher because—well, because I am seemingly so simple.


Simple? Yet, not a single person on the face of this earth knows how to make me. This sounds fantastic, doesn't it? Especially when it is realized that there are about one and one-half billion of my kind produced in the U.S.A. each year.


Pick me up and look me over. What do you see? Not much meets the eye—there's some wood, lacquer, the printed labeling, graphite lead, a bit of metal, and an eraser.


Innumerable Antecedents

Just as you cannot trace your family tree back very far, so is it impossible for me to name and explain all my antecedents. But I would like to suggest enough of them to impress upon you the richness and complexity of my background.

My family tree begins with what in fact is a tree, a cedar of straight grain that grows in Northern California and Oregon. Now contemplate all the saws and trucks and rope and the countless other gear used in harvesting and carting the cedar logs to the railroad siding. Think of all the persons and the numberless skills that went into their fabrication: the mining of ore, the making of steel and its refinement into saws, axes, motors; the growing of hemp and bringing it through all the stages to heavy and strong rope; the logging camps with their beds and mess halls, the cookery and the raising of all the foods. Why, untold thousands of persons had a hand in every cup of coffee the loggers drink!


The logs are shipped to a mill in San Leandro, California. Can you imagine the individuals who make flat cars and rails and railroad engines and who construct and install the communication systems incidental thereto? These legions are among my antecedents.


Consider the millwork in San Leandro. The cedar logs are cut into small, pencil-length slats less than one-fourth of an inch in thickness. These are kiln dried and then tinted for the same reason women put rouge on their faces. People prefer that I look pretty, not a pallid white. The slats are waxed and kiln dried again. How many skills went into the making of the tint and the kilns, into supplying the heat, the light and power, the belts, motors, and all the other things a mill requires? Sweepers in the mill among my ancestors? Yes, and included are the men who poured the concrete for the dam of a Pacific Gas & Electric Company hydroplant which supplies the mill's power!


Don't overlook the ancestors present and distant who have a hand in transporting sixty carloads of slats across the nation.


Once in the pencil factory—$4,000,000 in machinery and building, all capital accumulated by thrifty and saving parents of mine—each slat is given eight grooves by a complex machine, after which another machine lays leads in every other slat, applies glue, and places another slat atop—a lead sandwich, so to speak. Seven brothers and I are mechanically carved from this "wood-clinched" sandwich.


My "lead" itself—it contains no lead at all—is complex. The graphite is mined in Ceylon. Consider these miners and those who make their many tools and the makers of the paper sacks in which the graphite is shipped and those who make the string that ties the sacks and those who put them aboard ships and those who make the ships. Even the lighthouse keepers along the way assisted in my birth—and the harbor pilots.


The graphite is mixed with clay from Mississippi in which ammonium hydroxide is used in the refining process. Then wetting agents are added such as sulfonated tallow—animal fats chemically reacted with sulfuric acid. After passing through numerous machines, the mixture finally appears as endless extrusions—as from a sausage grinder-cut to size, dried, and baked for several hours at 1,850 degrees Fahrenheit. To increase their strength and smoothness the leads are then treated with a hot mixture which includes candelilla wax from Mexico, paraffin wax, and hydrogenated natural fats.


My cedar receives six coats of lacquer. Do you know all the ingredients of lacquer? Who would think that the growers of castor beans and the refiners of castor oil are a part of it? They are. Why, even the processes by which the lacquer is made a beautiful yellow involve the skills of more persons than one can enumerate!


Observe the labeling. That's a film formed by applying heat to carbon black mixed with resins. How do you make resins and what, pray, is carbon black?


My bit of metal—the ferrule—is brass. Think of all the persons who mine zinc and copper and those who have the skills to make shiny sheet brass from these products of nature. Those black rings on my ferrule are black nickel. What is black nickel and how is it applied? The complete story of why the center of my ferrule has no black nickel on it would take pages to explain.


Then there's my crowning glory, inelegantly referred to in the trade as "the plug," the part man uses to erase the errors he makes with me. An ingredient called "factice" is what does the erasing. It is a rubber-like product made by reacting rape-seed oil from the Dutch East Indies with sulfur chloride. Rubber, contrary to the common notion, is only for binding purposes. Then, too, there are numerous vulcanizing and accelerating agents. The pumice comes from Italy; and the pigment which gives "the plug" its color is cadmium sulfide.


No One Knows

Does anyone wish to challenge my earlier assertion that no single person on the face of this earth knows how to make me?


Actually, millions of human beings have had a hand in my creation, no one of whom even knows more than a very few of the others. Now, you may say that I go too far in relating the picker of a coffee berry in far off Brazil and food growers elsewhere to my creation; that this is an extreme position. I shall stand by my claim. There isn't a single person in all these millions, including the president of the pencil company, who contributes more than a tiny, infinitesimal bit of know-how. From the standpoint of know-how the only difference between the miner of graphite in Ceylon and the logger in Oregon is in the type of know-how. Neither the miner nor the logger can be dispensed with, any more than can the chemist at the factory or the worker in the oil field—paraffin being a by-product of petroleum.


Here is an astounding fact: Neither the worker in the oil field nor the chemist nor the digger of graphite or clay nor any who mans or makes the ships or trains or trucks nor the one who runs the machine that does the knurling on my bit of metal nor the president of the company performs his singular task because he wants me. Each one wants me less, perhaps, than does a child in the first grade. Indeed, there are some among this vast multitude who never saw a pencil nor would they know how to use one. Their motivation is other than me. Perhaps it is something like this: Each of these millions sees that he can thus exchange his tiny know-how for the goods and services he needs or wants. I may or may not be among these items.


No Master Mind

There is a fact still more astounding: the absence of a master mind, of anyone dictating or forcibly directing these countless actions which bring me into being. No trace of such a person can be found. Instead, we find the Invisible Hand at work. This is the mystery to which I earlier referred.


It has been said that "only God can make a tree." Why do we agree with this? Isn't it because we realize that we ourselves could not make one? Indeed, can we even describe a tree? We cannot, except in superficial terms. We can say, for instance, that a certain molecular configuration manifests itself as a tree. But what mind is there among men that could even record, let alone direct, the constant changes in molecules that transpire in the life span of a tree? Such a feat is utterly unthinkable!


I, Pencil, am a complex combination of miracles: a tree, zinc, copper, graphite, and so on. But to these miracles which manifest themselves in Nature an even more extraordinary miracle has been added: the configuration of creative human energies—millions of tiny know-hows configurating naturally and spontaneously in response to human necessity and desire and in the absence of any human master-minding! Since only God can make a tree, I insist that only God could make me. Man can no more direct these millions of know-hows to bring me into being than he can put molecules together to create a tree.


The above is what I meant when writing, "If you can become aware of the miraculousness which I symbolize, you can help save the freedom mankind is so unhappily losing." For, if one is aware that these know-hows will naturally, yes, automatically, arrange themselves into creative and productive patterns in response to human necessity and demand—that is, in the absence of governmental or any other coercive masterminding—then one will possess an absolutely essential ingredient for freedom: a faith in free people. Freedom is impossible without this faith.


Once government has had a monopoly of a creative activity such, for instance, as the delivery of the mails, most individuals will believe that the mails could not be efficiently delivered by men acting freely. And here is the reason: Each one acknowledges that he himself doesn't know how to do all the things incident to mail delivery. He also recognizes that no other individual could do it. These assumptions are correct. No individual possesses enough know-how to perform a nation's mail delivery any more than any individual possesses enough know-how to make a pencil. Now, in the absence of faith in free people—in the unawareness that millions of tiny know-hows would naturally and miraculously form and cooperate to satisfy this necessity—the individual cannot help but reach the erroneous conclusion that mail can be delivered only by governmental "master-minding."


Testimony Galore

If I, Pencil, were the only item that could offer testimony on what men and women can accomplish when free to try, then those with little faith would have a fair case. However, there is testimony galore; it's all about us and on every hand. Mail delivery is exceedingly simple when compared, for instance, to the making of an automobile or a calculating machine or a grain combine or a milling machine or to tens of thousands of other things. Delivery? Why, in this area where men have been left free to try, they deliver the human voice around the world in less than one second; they deliver an event visually and in motion to any person's home when it is happening; they deliver 150 passengers from Seattle to Baltimore in less than four hours; they deliver gas from Texas to one's range or furnace in New York at unbelievably low rates and without subsidy; they deliver each four pounds of oil from the Persian Gulf to our Eastern Seaboard—halfway around the world—for less money than the government charges for delivering a one-ounce letter across the street!


The lesson I have to teach is this: Leave all creative energies uninhibited. Merely organize society to act in harmony with this lesson. Let society's legal apparatus remove all obstacles the best it can. Permit these creative know-hows freely to flow. Have faith that free men and women will respond to the Invisible Hand. This faith will be confirmed. I, Pencil, seemingly simple though I am, offer the miracle of my creation as testimony that this is a practical faith, as practical as the sun, the rain, a cedar tree, the good earth.

~~~THE END~~~

Leonard E. Read (1898-1983) founded FEE in 1946 and served as its president until his death.

"I, Pencil," his most famous essay, was first published in the December 1958 issue of The Freeman. Although a few of the manufacturing details and place names have changed over the past forty years, the principles are unchanged.   


* My official name is "Mongol 482." My many ingredients are assembled, fabricated, and finished by Eberhard Faber Pencil Company.

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* America,The Broken *

Anyone who's lived a while has had friends and relatives die, and knows the grief that can overwhelm the survivors. It's further compounded when the death is a suicide. At such times, you can't help thinking about what you might have said or done that could have prevented it. That's how I now feel about America.

I suppose each of us must determine for himself if the crime taking place is suicide by means of a slow-acting poison or murder that can be laid at the feet of homicidal liberals, but I don't think there can be any question that America is not long for this world.

America's most precious possession, the Constitution, has been dragged through the mud by those whose egotism is so great that they seem to believe that their whims -- whether motivated by honest conviction or for strictly partisan reasons -- trumps what a bunch of divinely-inspired, long dead white guys, came up with a couple of hundred years ago.

And unlike what passes for leadership these days -- a bunch of braying donkeys and preening peacocks -- who never give a thought to anything beyond their next election, these were men who pledged their sacred honor and meant it, and, moreover, had sacred honor to pledge.

One can easily imagine America gazing into her mirror, tears running down her cheeks, thinking that even Alzheimer's might be a blessing. That way the reflection looking back would remind her how grotesque she has become, but she would at least be spared remembering the beauty that she once possessed.


• In the meantime, I think it is criminal that the Supreme Court justices get to take off for so many months. I realize that several of them are getting on in years, but they're not doing manual labor. In fact, they barely do any mental labor. All the grunt work is done by their staff. Those are the eager beavers whose job it is to hunt down precedence and write up briefs, and then get to brag for the next 50 years that they worked for a judge who owed his judicial career to some political hack.

It seems to me that when the President or members of Congress question the constitutionality of an executive edict or a piece of legislation, it should be fast-tracked to the Supreme Court. Why should it have to go through lower courts when everyone knows the final decision is inevitably going to rest with the Supremes? It's obviously far more important to decide whether Obama had the authority to change the Affordable Care Act a dozen times or grant executive amnesty to five million illegal aliens than whether the justices give their blessing to same-sex marriages.

And just maybe if the justices didn't take four month vacations, they'd have time to do both.


• I used to think that there should be a way to prevent everyone named Kennedy from seeking political office. I have now come to add the names of Bush and Clinton to that short list. With over 300 million people in the country, I'm sure we can do better.


• Speaking of people named Clinton, in spite of having signed a pledge not to accept bribes -- I mean, contributions -- from foreign nations while Hillary was serving as Secretary of State, it now appears that the Clinton Foundation was raking in all they could grab from Algeria, Norway, Kuwait, Qatar, Australia and Oman, between 2009 and 2013.

What is it about that particular job that it keeps getting filled by people from the bottom of the barrel? As bad as Mrs. Clinton was, we now have John Kerry, who is in the process of giving the store away to Iran, the country that has done more to support Islamic terrorism than even Saudi Arabia, just so Obama can brag that he got a nuclear deal signed with the mullahs. The big question about Kerry is how anyone who slandered American soldiers in the 1970s, and lied about his own military service, can wind up running the State Department in 2015.

The ugly truth is that Kerry has said far viler things about his fellow Americans than he ever has about those currently beheading and frying Christians.

Someone once suggested that people get the government they deserve. If true, imagine what that says about us.


• In other news, when Stephen Hawking recently decided to boycott an Israeli conference as a way to display his sympathies with the so-called Palestinians, some people wondered how such a brilliant fellow can also be a Jew-hater. How, they muse, can such a brainy chap align himself not only with those who elected Hamas to govern them, but to spit on those who invented the miraculous microchip that allows him to speak?

The answer is that brilliance in one area -- outer space in this case -- doesn't mean that one can't be a nincompoop in every other area. Brilliance is a nice gift, but it's really no substitute for wisdom and commonsense.

Hawking's decision also highlights the fact that the two places where you can't swing a cat without hitting an anti-Semite are the Middle East and among the English intelligentsia.

What I find most startling about this state of affairs isn't that the likes of Hawking, Vanessa Redgrave, Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman, to name but a few, hate Jews. In England, as in most of the European nations, hating Jews is what passes for tradition. Sometimes, I even suspect it's the only exercise they get. The real mystery is that in doing so, they feel the need to identify themselves with the backward savages who subjugate women and homosexuals, do everything in their power to stifle free speech and religious freedom, and, with rather delicious irony, happen to openly despise science, arts and entertainment, and those who are so engaged.


• Finally, I am passing along something that has gone viral, but you may have missed it. It is rumored that Pete Carroll, the coach of the Seattle Seahawks, is apparently ready to sign on as a special consultant to Pope Francis.

It seems the Pope wishes to recruit Carroll to be an envoy for the Vatican because he is the first man in history who, on Sunday, February 1st, 2015, caused 100 million people to jump up and yell "Jesus Christ!" in unison.