Most of the mainstream media and the “Free Press” like to stand behind the notion that they are actually journalists who are unbiased and present stories as they are. However, that is no longer true in America, and a biased press and social media, Pravda USA, is not only here but is America’s greatest danger.
Studies show that a full 92% of stories in the media about President Trump are negative stories. In the first sixty days of his presidency, 62% of the stories about him were negative, that’s only ten percentage points less than the negative stories about Clinton, Bush and Obama in their first sixty days combined.
One thing is clear. No matter how much you might not like President Trump, 92% of what he does is not negative.
So that leads to some questions. What has changed in the media? Where have the unbiased reporters gone? Where is this all leading us?
The Democrats were devastated having lost the election in 2016. You’ve heard the stories about the darkened Hillary Clinton celebration room, about the people crying, about the people, celebrities, walking in, turning around and walking out.
Even before that night, as we’re finding out now, although you wouldn’t know it from listening to the mainstream media, the campaign to de-legitimize Trump had begun. It was an organized campaign reaching back into the Obama-Biden White House. In their last weeks, Obama unleashed the dogs of war by allowing intelligence information to be disseminated among seventeen intelligence agencies instead of the previous three. This paved the way for all the deep-state leaks to occur without them being traced.
By this time the Steele Dossier had been commissioned and written, the FISA warrants were ongoing and those FBI lovebirds were already talking about the insurance policy. On the night of the election, when Trump won, the plot that had already been hatched was simply put into hyper-gear.
Those of you who’ve swallowed the blue pill will deny these things. Of course, that’s your choice because at least for now this is still America.
But here’s the rub. If Pravda USA, our mainstream media and social media, all of which now serve as an arm of the Democratic Party, are allowed to continue unchecked, we will not be America for long. If you don’t believe that, you can stay ensconced in the effects of that blue pill or you can check out what the media does in any socialist country, in any communist country, in any totalitarian country. In fact, for those of you who swallowed the blue pill, please, check out all facts instead of quoting/re-posting the ones the CNN/NBC/Hillary Clinton fact checkers check.
Would be that all of this were only about ideology. But the fight here in America, now a political fight pure and simple, is no longer about ideology. The Democrats, aided and abetted by the mainstream media and social media, much of which is owned by billionaire Trump-haters, are fighting for power and domination. If the woke mainstream media does not wake up, which it doesn’t seem it will, in the scope of things, they will have been nothing more but an instrument of the destruction of this country as we know it.
That’s it in a nutshell. Our mainstream media, Pravda USA, is suppressing a realistic idea of what’s actually going on in this country, purposefully and willfully. They would have you believe things that are nonsensical, things for which there are no facts, things that are simply not true.
This is dangerous pure and simple. Our mainstream media, Pravda USA, is America’s greatest danger.
By Peter Weiss
The office was glass-windowed on three sides. It looked out onto the main part of the gargantuan main kitchen. The chef sat himself behind his desk, removed his hat and set it on the desk. Then he motioned for Bill to sit in one of the two chairs set facing him before the desk.
“Be easier to just fire you,” the chef said when Bill was sitting.
Bill didn’t say anything.
“That was gutsy,” the chef went on. “It was gutsy and you’re right. You work for me, not him.”
“He’s rude,” Bill said. “I bet he’s abusive to the waitresses too.”
“I need you to get along with him,” the chef said. “And I hope you can handle the broiler.”
“We did fifteen-hundred covers, twelve-hundred steaks on Mother’s Day this year. I did the broiler alone. I think I can handle what you can throw at me in that room, probably one hand tied behind my back.”
Bill hesitated to see if the chef would say anything. When he didn’t, he said, “I don’t mean to brag. What I just said is a fact. I can handle all the cooking that room requires, broiler, sauté and prep.”
“Good,” the chef said.
“I hope you’re going to talk to him,” Bill said.
“Caesar’s a good maître d’. But he’s got to answer for using the word demand. He might get away with that with his waitresses, but he stepped over a line. Don’t think he doesn’t know it.”
“Why? You think he knows it?”
“I’m sure he does. He works for me too. In practice, he’s his own boss because that room is somewhat separated from the main kitchen operation. But overall, all I have to do is say something and he’ll be gone.”
“So you have my back?”
“Not that simple. I do and I don’t.”
“And that means what?”
“It means when you show me you can do the job and you can get along with my other cooks, I’ll start to have your back. But no matter what, union rules say you’re on probation for ninety days.”
“Understood.”
“And I don’t want you bumping heads with Caesar. He’s good at what he does. So try to get along. If he bothers you, come to me. He was just trying to set the ground rules of control over there. You showed him he won’t control you. That was good. Now be nice. I’m gonna tell him to leave you alone. And I’m going to remind him that I have at least forty banquet waiters who want his job. I’m also going to remind him how hard it is to find a good, reliable cook.”
“Okay,” Bill said.
“Jimmy will let me know how you do. I’m not sneaking around peaking in on you. But I will remind Caesar you’re a college graduate and to treat you as such.”
“Thanks,” Bill said.
“Go cook,” the chef said. “And do a good job.”
Bill got up. He and the chef shook hands. The chef led him to the office door and opened it for him. “Have a good night,” he said.
Jimmy’s cousin Jimmy, the banquet chef, along with another man, a little older, maybe late forties or so, stopped Bill as he started for the long hallway/tunnel. Little Jimmy, because he was very short, spoke first. He spoke with a nasal sound that made his voice sound a touch higher than it was.
“Trouble with Caesar, huh?” little Jimmy said.
“How you know?” Bill asked.
“Jimmy called us. Told us everything,” the other man said. He had a very deep, bass voice.
“This is Victor,” Jimmy said, “a banquet cook and another cousin. Kalista is my aunt, just so you know.”
Bill shook hands with Victor, a vigorous shake.
“Don’t take no shit from him,” Victor said.
By Peter Weiss
One thing is certainly clear. Whatever our government is doing right now is surely not what it should be doing.
As Yogi said, “Déjà vu all over again.”
It’s pretty simple really. Governments exist primarily to protect their people from conflicts and to provide law and order.
Basically, that’s it in a nutshell.
And if that’s it, in a nutshell or not, then you have to ask yourself: Is this what our government is doing now?
That answer is pretty simple too. Hardly, if at all.
A friend once said that in regard to rules of civility it was always good to make the least negative assumptions. Or, practically speaking, assume people are doing their best, trying their best, etc.
In general, that’s a good rule to live by.
But…
Come on now, take a look at where the Democrats have been, not just since Trump was elected, but even before then, from the moment he announced his candidacy.
Can anyone really say, at least with a straight face, that the Democrats are doing the best they can for America?
Can anyone really say with a straight face that the Democrats actually have America’s best interests at heart? that they are protecting Americans? That they’re actually doing anything for America and/or Americans?
Of course we know what they say. They say that Trump is destroying America, is corrupt, has colluded with the Russians, disrespects and disregards the Constitution, is a racist, a xenophobe, white supremacist and more. As a result of what President Trump is, they say that what they are doing for America is getting rid of him so America and Americans are protected from people like him. In fact, they say that this is their first and most important duty.
So here we are, aren’t we?
Don’t you think that if the Democrats had one single, provable high crime or misdemeanor that Trump committed they would have already impeached him? Adam Schiff said he had demonstrable proof of collusion. He’s been saying that for two years. But the Mueller report didn’t show anything and Schiff hasn’t presented anything. In fact, he let it slide. He’s moved on to parodies.
The Democrats don’t have anything. They can’t produce anything. Even worse, it’s not even in their best interests to do so. If they really had, at any given time, what they say they have, and if they really felt that the best interests of America and Americans are truly what they are serving, they would have proceeded with impeachment a long time ago.
What the Democratic side of our government is doing now is certainly not what it should be doing.
What they are doing, pretty overtly, with the aid of Pravda USA, the mainstream/social media Consortium, and their Hollywood elite shills, is attempting a coup d’état similar to what happens in other countries when it’s done without the military. Or, what they’re doing is similar to what’s going on in Venezuela, where the party that was ruling is attempting to prevent a duly elected president from doing his job.
The Democrats could have waited another year and let the people, the voting public, the ones who should be making the decision, make the decision with their votes. But as the Democrat from Texas, Al Green, said, they are afraid they can’t beat Trump at the ballot box.
By Peter Weiss
Jo Ann was hanging around by the open serving window, watching from the kitchen end of the dining room. Two other women were standing with Jo Ann. They were both in street clothes. Bill did not know who they were.
“So,” the chef said when Jimmy and Bill went back inside the small, open kitchen, “this is my fault. I should have introduced you. Caesar, this is Bill Wynn, your new broiler cook. Bill, this is Mikhail Caesar, the maître d’.”
Bill didn’t do anything, say anything. Neither did Caesar. Bill saw Jo Ann and the other two women watching, not even trying to look busy.
“I understand you two got off on the wrong foot,” the chef said.
“You work for me,” Caesar said. “Remember that and we’ll be fine.”
Bill didn’t say anything. He looked toward the chef. When the chef didn’t say anything, Bill looked around, first at Jimmy, then toward Kalista. Kalista was standing just outside the entry to the kitchen. Apparently she’d just come out to see what was going to happen. She was standing behind Jimmy. Last, Bill looked over toward Jo Ann and the two women he did not know.
“I work for the chef,” Bill said. He looked Caesar dead in the eyes as he said it. “Remember that and we’ll be fine.”
As he said this he thought a slight, barely perceptible little smile crossed the chef’s lips.
“You see,” Caesar said. “This will never work. I demand he be fired.”
“You demand?” the chef said.
“Yes. I demand it,” Caesar said.
The chef lifted his tall chef’s hat and scratched the back of his head. When he’d set his hat back in place, he rubbed his chin between his thumb and the side of his pointer finger several times.
“He’s a union man just like you,” the chef said. “He hasn’t done anything wrong that I can report to the union, at least that I can see. I don’t think the union would be too happy with me firing someone on account of another union member not liking him.”
The chef smiled at Caesar now. He took a moment to look all around. “What do you think, Caesar? Why don’t we see if he can cook first.”
“Well,” Caesar said, “perhaps that might be prudent.”
“Good idea Caesar,” the chef said. “Why don’t you come by my office in about a half-hour.”
“Why certainly, chef.”
“Good. And you,” the chef said to Bill, “you come with me now.”
The standstill for everyone ended right then. Jo Ann and the two other women stepped away from where they stood. Kalista went out through the double doors. The chef stepped past Caesar who was now standing by the kitchen entry. Bill heard him tell Caesar “I’m going to have a little talk with my new cook.”
“Thank you,” Bill heard Caesar say.
Bill followed the chef. They went out through the double doors and the chef led him back to his office.
For Bill it was a long walk that felt much longer than it really was. He tried to memorize the way, tried to remember how to get back to the Falstaff Room so that he could find his way back on his own.
He noted that the kitchen had picked up the pace. The other Jimmy, his partner’s cousin, was now directing a crew of cooks on the main kitchen floor.
“We have a little party going on tonight,” the chef said. “That’s what you’re seeing. That’s the banquet chef and a few of his cooks. Just a couple since the party’s relatively small, only about four hundred people. Things work out for you, you’ll be helping us with these kinds of things, and if you want it, there’ll be plenty of overtime.”
Bill didn’t say anything. He just followed quietly.
