by David Beilstein
There is lots of news around the American political sphere, today.
Famed Watergate reporter, Bob Woodward, an associate editor over at The Washington Post—is now the target of the Obama White House. Seems like Mr Woodward doesn’t buy the Obama administration’s side of the story on the sequester business, and is calling the Obama White House out.
Woodward’s 2012 book “The Price Of Politics”—released before the 2012 presidential election—reported that the sequester deal was not of Republican leadership’s making. The Obama White House, obviously, is now pissed, and has promised Mr Woodward payback. Goodness. When the state is going after a nation’s free press (and its members) American society in the aggregate has serious problems; we have a White House intoxicated with power—and the aroma of Mussolini type politics continues to assault the senses.
I cannot say I feel bad for the mainstream media here, as they slipped and feinted around the obvious reality that Obama besides being a petty tyrant—wholly incapable of presidential leadership—is also a resounding failure. The coffee-beaned coloured Commander in Chief had an awful first term, and President Obama made U.S. problems—joblessness and monetary recovery—worse. In the face of such bad performance, the U.S. media lied and covered for Barry Obama—they wanted him elected, and covered the election in a manner best to bring about that result.
Now that the media sees some holes in the fabric of Obama’s failed presidency, they feel the need to report it—but are getting blowback from a thin-skinned tyrant (if there ever was one). Woodward’s truth-telling journey, because it is now critical of the Obama White House, has now come under mainstream media scrutiny.
Funny how that works, huh Bob? None of this excuses the American voter in the main. They have voted for this madness. I have spent a good deal documenting much of this is the opposition’s fault—but fault aside, American voters are making awful decisions if liberty of the individual matters, don’t forget competent governance.
Up in New York City, Mayor Michael Bloomberg continues to ban things. Trans-fat, smoking laws, speech codes, and 2 litter bottles of soda with pizza orders. It’s only the beginning. Styrofoam is now the target of neo-fascist Bloomberg’s ire. New York City has always been a fantasy for me. The writer’s city; a city of allure—a tapestry of dreams coming true.
A city where freedom to be and become ran rampant. While the city certainly leaned toward Democratic Politics; it never was a place people used to put together with a state telling a person what to do and what to eat.
Back in the day, if you made it in New York, you could make it anywhere, so went the legend. But fascistic Bloomberg is no liberal in any sense of the word, but like so many progressives, he is a picayune tyrant of the worst hue. And I must admit I’ve lost a bundle of respect for Gotham—a city fully embracing a nanny-state madness with entheos.
The rural man or woman was always told to head for the city for open-mindedness. For a new light. And new sights, and new sounds, teeming with adventure and the search for individual zest. Problem is, if one travels to some of the small towns in America’s heartland, one would be very surprised to see the local authorities lording over each and every citizen’s decision about food and drink. Our cities, especially ones like New York and Chicago, have become dens of slavery—slavery to fascist premises.
Nice to see First Lady Michele Obama attach herself to something truly well done: Argo. Her husband’s presidency, and her own nonsense aside, has been anything but good. It’s been
Now back to Mr Affleck, a former University of Vermont undergraduate for a jingle and a wave, back in the early 90s. I can remember throwing around with good friend Jason Cobb how Mr Affleck had greatness within.
Matt Damon got the respectable actor chops (which he indeed has) and Mr Affleck got dissed. Of course, Mr Affleck’s choices didn’t help himself or our reputations. Nobody would listen to us after Mr Affleck succumbed to doing Pearl Harbor, following it with a stream of never-ending filmic dreck. His talent—large, but seemingly absent in those years—went wasted with the junk he made after 1997’s Good Will Hunting. Then came Gone Baby, Gone, after that, The Town—and from there, Argo. An exceptional film. It has won the Academy Award for Best Picture, and better yet, probably deserved it.
Congratulations are in order for Mr Affleck. He’s a talented filmmaker; a cinematic wunderkind, who could always do it. Somehow, someway, he got stuck in cinematic purgatory awhile back, but he has made it to the gates of motion picture paradise quite wonderfully.