The Edward Snowden Smoke Screen

The Daily Rant by Dan Bubalo  /  1h  //  keep unread  //  preview The Edward Snowden Smoke Screen +TAG Mr. Edward Snowden, a man with the supposed commitment of a slacker yet faster than a cheetah and satellite surveillance, we are told is in a Russian airport bathroom where he recently celebrated his 30th birthday.  Or is he in Ecuador? Or in disguise in Argentina, Venezuela, China, or eating sautéed dog in Indonesia at a joint specializing in an Obama family recipe called Canine Surprise?  Think about it:  are we to believe the enemies upon whom we spy are so unsophisticated that they don’t have a team of operatives and a private jet that might, just MIGHT have already assisted with this man’s relocation, as if he has to go through customs like the rest of us? What’s he do?  Leave his top secret laptops on a conveyor belt so he can walk through the metal detector at Hong Kong International? This reign of terror passed “ominous” a long time ago and explains his obsession for erasing the Second Amendment, for it is all about suppression: creativity, commerce, energy, and artistic expression, for if that tact succeeds, the final and only solution is government, and then totalitarianism, the ultimate and unthinkable form of “Compliance.” How does SMOKE SCREEN sound to you right about now?  Actor, Eric Bogosian, once said:  “We know.  The Chinese know we know.  They pretend they don’t know that we know, and we pretend they don’t know we know they know.  But they know” “Everybody knows.” Maybe Snowden is an actor, too, because this Man of Mystery and International Intrigue sure came along at a convenient time with respect to removing from the front pages an economy on the brink of unprecedented collapse, IRS lies and crimes, Benghazi atrocities, a corrupt attorney general, a flaccid president, and his designated replacement Hillary Clinton and her new seven figure endorsement deal for Weight Watchers. The government hears our every word, files and stores our emails and texts, “just in case.”  Just in case of what?  Thinking for ourselves or speaking freely?   Our finest spooks, spies, moles, and hitmen-on-retainer somehow cannot locate Snowden, but the government can follow my trusty 1997 Expedition to the store and know I bought food that will disqualify me for medical treatment under Obamacare, then, listen in to whether my family likes the spaghetti sauce that evening.   All this and not even a kiss first? John Kerry, one-time stuntman for Herman Munster when he wasn’t on a Swift Boat, insists Snowden must be caught; we don’t know where he is (a lie), don’t know what caused him to do what he did (a lie), don’t know how he gained access to top secret data (a lie), are going through the proper legal channels with a dictator’s attorney general (a lie and oxymoron), then flexes anew in front of the cameras spouting platitudes of righteousness.  I’m not a fiction writer, and even if I was I don’t think I could come up with this bag of rattlesnakes.  Our country is so corrupt and perceived with such little respect right now, natives of Bimini are shaking their fists at us yelling, “Bring it on!”  Imagine the non-ending laughing jags among the other two superpowers. Meanwhile, we have a president doing a Richard Pryor imitation, paraphrasing an excuse Pryor used after he got caught cheating:  are you going to believe me, or trust your lying eyes? How dare we ask King Barry about anything about which we disagree?  What a baby.  He’s got so many yes-man advisors he compares with disdain questions about his beliefs on global warming to coming from the Flat Earth Society.  Since when are questions about pseudo-science disallowed?  Because he and another czar re-wrote the rule book? To examine that flimsy and arrogant morsel of logic, it’s a small step to extrapolate an explanation for his policies, which are nothing more than egotistical and foreign ideological edicts passed down from a poser whom might as well quit wearing blue ties to signify to Islam, and simply don purple garb for once and always in the role of a would-be-king.  The bad part, unfortunately, is this same individual has funded a personal army, the size of which we can only wonder and then have nightmares.  This reign of terror passed “ominous” a long time ago and explains his obsession for erasing the Second Amendment, for it is all about suppression:  creativity, commerce, energy, and artistic expression, for if that tact succeeds, the final and only solution is government,  and then totalitarianism, the ultimate and unthinkable form of “Compliance.” I’m exhausted but undaunted from hearing the lawyer-manufactured phraseology, “there is no evidence to support the charge”.   Hey, Stunad.  If it oinks, has a curly tail, and lives in a sty, it’s a pig, and I blame equally the president, his party, and the Republicans for the quagmire in which we have begun to sink, because they all roll around in the same pile of mud and excrement.  If anyone truly wants “to get to the bottom of things”, that’s where you’ll find them all. Looking for links?  Let’s do the short form and add it all up.  The first sign of a subjective and arbitrary approach to the interpretation of law was when the New Black Panthers got a pass by the attorney general for voter intimidation.  This heinous act is on film; it is not at all about conjecture.  In hindsight, that was the heat-seeking missile coming at our backsides and an indication of things to come.  At that very moment, it was announced to the world that we are no longer a sovereign nation of laws, and instead, ruled by the lawless. What has happened since then?  A sanctioning without fear of retribution from the very top of this administration:  The IRS Gone Wild.   And what has that renegade approach to lawfulness wrought combined with the abuse of intelligence gathering?  Control.  Control of whom? Politicians, the media, and any pivotal Supreme Court justice who might not have yet gotten the memo.  Once that leverage was gained it mattered little what was in place (a little thing called The Constitution) because it was the last scene in the opera:  politicians don’t act; the media won’t report; the judiciary won’t think.  That’s called a Trifecta.  All I’m doing now is awaiting the knock on the door and a one-way ticket to the western version of a gulag, because gripe as we might, analyze as we will, believe in what we were schooled, it is all for naught because the coup has taken hold. It’s just a matter of waiting to find out when “etat” is gone, too.