Sunday, May 29, 2016

Evaluating the Claims of Guccifer re: Clinton's Email Server

Much has been made recently, by Clinton supporters and detractors, with respect to the potential for indictments coming out of the ongoing federal criminal investigation, where Hillary Clinton and her most senior aides are all Targets..

Some of those who feel strongly about the prospect of indictment point to the claims made by the Romanian hacker, Guccifer, with respect to his having hacked into the server identified with the mail program "

The Clinton Camp denounces the claims made by Guccifer, suggesting that he had, "never made any such claim" prior to March of 2016, and was doing so for the sole and exclusive purpose of inflating his own importance in the grand scheme of things.

Those on the anti-Hillary bandwagon point to the fact that Guccifer has made very specific claims concerning his having hacked into the email account of Clinton Crime Family Capo, Sidney early as 2014, and had shared evidence of his success involving Mr. Blumenthal, with a multitude of journalists from around the world, since that time. In fact, going all the way back to 2013, The Smoking Gun website, had corresponded with the Guccifer, not even knowing the hacker's age, sex, location, or really having much actual knowledge of who they were dealing with, other than an online identity.

After having reviewed the present day claims made by Guccifer, concerning his alleged hacking of the Clinton Server, as well as the information provided to The Smoking Gun both current and going back to 2014, and the screenshot of Sidney Blumenthal's email box which shows page after page of emails on various threads, all exchanged between Blumenthal and Hillary, where the content of many of those threads contains information which Blumenthal was sharing in the capacity of something of a go-between, and involved reports of various types and kinds involving Libya, Syria and other Middle Eastern locations and nations...

There appears to be no real question that Blumenthal was in fact, hacked by Guccifer. In the body of various written contacts between Guccifer and the NY Times Bureau Chief in Belgium, and again with The Smoking Gun...both of which are now verified as contacts which were between the respective sites, and the hacker, himself, Guccifer went into great detail as to how he would break into an account, get into the account holder's contact list, and then start leapfrogging from that account to the hacking of the accounts of those contacts. This is presumably, the method utilized to get into the Clinton Server.

On this point, Clinton advocates suggest that the timing of the Blumenthal hack...which again, is not in question...does not coincide with with period during which the State Department Inspector General Report suggests that the Clinton Server was most vulnerable. On the other hand,emails pulled from the account of Blumenthal do pre-date Benghazi, and, more than clearly provide contradictory accounts of information which Mrs. Clinton has previously presented in numerous forums.

All of this being aside...I am compelled to comment on the Clinton Campaign's loudest bark, i.e., that Guccifer never specifically mentioned hacking the Clinton Server, until after he was in the US by virtue of his extradition...and then, that when he did...he gave no specific account of what he did, or how he did it, as he had done when discussing other hacks.

It is my opinion, that the Clinton argument in this instance, actually shoots itself in the foot...and relies on a reader, or pair of ears, unsophisticated in the understanding and appreciation of the criminal and judicial process.

Not even the Clinton Campaign disputes that a claim that Guccifer hacked into the Clinton Server...AND THAT IT WAS EASY...has been made. To Camp Clinton, not making the claim until March 2016 suggests that the claim is less than credible, when this supposed low level hacker had essentially boasted of every other hack he had ever completed.

What this argument fails to recognize however, is that at the time that this claim was made by Guccifer...he had already been extradited. He was in the USA, charged with 9 felonies and facing 117 years in a federal penitentiary. He was debriefed by the FBI and the Justice Department, and his absolute only hope of receiving less than what would amount to a life sentence, would be to BE TRUTHFUL with the people who held his very future in their hands.

Yes, maffia "rats" change their stories during the course of their own plea negotiations, in order to enhance their positions in those negotiations. However, when you are hauled halfway around the world, with half of your existing Romanian sentence already completed, and you tell the world you are able to establish that you are comfortable announcing, for the first time, that you have hacked the Clinton Server...UNLESS YOU REALLY WANT TO BE IN PRISON UNTIL YOUR 160TH BIRTHDAY..."inflating your own self-importance" with FBI Agents WHO CAN HELP YOU...OR...HARM YOU...ah, probably not a real good idea...unless, what you are telling those agents, is unimpeachable, and the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the help me GOD.

So, the Clinton reliance on the fact that Guccifer supposedly never made that claim of virtually no consequence...especially when taken in light of the fact that Guccifer was not dealing with an American Court, until he was returned here from Romania, and...whether or not he had, or had not hacked the Clinton Server, while he was a Guest of the State at one of Romania's finest state-run institutions, was absolutely irrelevant.

No one previously made aware of Guccifer's claims regarding Blumenthal, disputes either the method employed to break into Blumentha's system, or that the leapfrogging techniques had been employed by this hacker in the case of virtually every other of his victims, as a way to exponentially increase the size of his hacked network.

Why DID, the FBI, after it had debriefed Guccifer, advise the State Department that it could stop conducting whatever review it had been conducting?

Why DID, a plea agreement which had, in essence NOTHING REALLY TO DO WITH any charge involving the hacking of Mrs. Clinton, specifically include language requiring Guccifer to further assist the FBI in the course and processing of "other criminal investigations"?

WHO could have been contemplated by these terms within the body of that plea agreement? It had never been suggested that Guccifer operated with a partner, or that anyone had aided or abetted him in the course of his efforts.

Perhaps MOST important...

Knowing, as likely only the FBI and the hacker probably knew...what the real facts were...who the real targets of any further criminal investigations might be...AND THE IMPACT OF THE VERY FIRST STATEMENT THIS HACKER WOULD MAKE TO THE AMERICAN PUBLIC...BEING A would have been far easier for the FBI to explain, were they TO HAVE KILLED GUCCIFER, rather than allow him to go on national television TWICE WITHIN A WEEK...AND LIE ABOUT HACKING THE CLINTON SERVER.

What's the fastest way to LOSE YOUR CASE AGAINST ANYONE CHARGED on the Clinton Team?

Have YOUR ONLY WITNESS (or at least your Star Witness) TRASH HIS OWN CREDIBILITY AS A WITNESS AT 1, 2 or 10 "further criminal investigations"...before he, or anyone else sees the inside of a courtroom.

Last Tuesday, Mrs. Clinton was likely interviewed by James least in part.

Wednesday, a plea agreement was reached, and the hacker's plea of Not Guilty, changed to Guilty...with the plea being accepted by the judge...NONE OF WHICH WOULD HAVE HAPPENED, UNLESS A PROSECUTORIAL ROAD MAP HAD BEEN LAID OUT.

This weekend...Mrs. Clinton announced she would be "taking the weekend off" from campaigning.

Would anyone like to bet that Mrs. Clinton and David Kendall are off somewhere together with metal detectors and rubbing the living shit out of every "Lamp" they dig up, in the hope that a Genie exits at least one of them?

As I stated before, and firmly commit to now... As "insane" as it may sound... it does appear that, just as the Original "Teflon Don" lost his shimmer at some point, and was ultimately ticketed for and end of life sojourn to the Extended Stay Inn at Leavenworth, Kansas... so may be the fate of this Maffia Princess, as well.

Believe me...friends, including some of my best friends have RIPPED ME, for even suggesting that "The End Is No Longer Near...IT'S HERE," for the Clintons. But, the bottom line is, while we all make mistakes in life, the FBI makes fewer than most. And, in this case, the course of events suggests that THEY KNEW FULL WELL, what Guccifer knew, and what of that was true, mostly true, probably true, highly unlikely, or just plain bullshit. And, THE LAST THING the FBI would have done, would be to invite, or even DIRECT that Guccifer unload his best bullshit on the American Public...RIGHT OUT OF THE BOX.

From everything I have heard, read and seen...

From the way that the White House HAS NOT shut down an investigation that it most certainly could...

From the full course of events last week...

From a public recommendation by a former Obama Administration higher up, suggesting that Hillary withdraw...

To the almost uncontrollable excitement that I see both inside the Sanders Campaign, and inside the Vice President's Residence...

...and to the fact that the only people rushing to the defense of Mrs. Clinton TODAY (as compared to the pre-guilty plea time frame) are Clinton Campaign Staff, Clinton Surrogates, and most importantly, NOT PEOPLE NAMED OBAMA...

I categorically accept the assertions made by Guccifer, and believe that HE WILL bring forth proof that HE DID hack the Clinton Server...that he did it MORE THAN ONCE...and that IT WAS EASY.

I believe he has already shared this information with a Grand Jury...

And, I firmly believe that Mrs. Clinton WILL be withdrawing from this race SOON, whether following indictment, or a plea agreement in lieu of indictment, as was done in the case of General Petraeus.

I believe that Bernie Sanders WILL BE, the Democratic Nominee...and,

I believe Bernie Sanders will defeat Donald Trump on November 8, 2016...IN A REAGAN-STYLE LANDSLIDE.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Donald Trump's Secret Service Code Name...#DudeLooksLikeALady (imho, part parody)

Yes, I know that today was supposed to feature an article about the letters that Guccifer exchanged with a number of European journalists during his period of Romanian incarceration.

However...That article is being moved to Sunday morning, in order to address the issue of Donald Trump's boasts, bluster...and ball sucking. This article IN NO WAY demeans ANY Member of the LGBTQ Community...other than, of course, Donald Trump.

Now, I know that I'm not the only individual who new, the very first time that we all saw Donald Trump waving his little alligator hands like he was straining to reach a nearby dog penis...that Little Donnie had a much bigger secret than what numbers appeared on "Line 21" of his 2015 Federal Tax Return. I mean, the random flailing, the exceptionally supple wrists...the way he nearly dove under the stage in Ohio when A SINGLE UNARMED INDIVIDUAL simply walked from the crowd and headed in the general direction of FIFTY fully trained and heavily armed Secret Service Agents...that Little Donnie had stories he might never share.

And, virtually every opportunity, an obviously very "confused" Little Donnie will bad mouth anyone and everyone, threaten to bomb multiple countries, steal middle eastern oil, and encourage the "ass kicking" of anybody who should have the notion of disagreeing with him.

One of the major complaints that republicans and democrats alike, have had against both Curious Little Donnie, and every network which has provided him free advertising at this point, is the collective unwillingness of ANYONE  in or out of the business formerly known as require Donald "Q" Trump, to validate, substantiate, or even effectively explain any position taken...preferably without lying or just pulling irrelevant analogies out of his ass.

And, while we may not be properly assessing anything associated with this obviously dickless assured that the Vladimir Putin's of the world have his lame and arguably "G," "B," "T." or perhaps "Q" Act, completely down.

So...let's not waste any time beating around the bush. Maybe, I should phrase that another way. I surely don't want to cause Donald "Q" to inadvertently soil himself.

You don't have to be a laser-optic surgeon,, a rocket scientist, or even a "Wharton School Grad" who "knows all the big words," to know that the guy who always wants SOMEONE ELSE to kick someone's ass, runs like a scared rabbit when ANYONE makes a move in HIS direction, and otherwise looks and acts as though he should be running for Mayor of West Hollywood, instead of President of the United States, WOULD NEVER GET IN THE RING WITH BERNIE SANDERS.

In fact, I'm willing to lay pretty much everything on the line, as I suggest that Donald "G" Trump might just have the sweetest chin anyone has ever laid balls on.


"Then...I'll wait wait til most of the cameras are gone, most of my base is drunk, passed out, or has accidentally shot off a body part...AND THEN, I'll back out of the fight with Bernie, BLAME SOMEONE ELSE, AS USUAL, say more bad things about more people, and then fall asleep in my private suite, in my private plane. while getting AN AMAZING MASSAGE, and watching THE GREATEST GUY ON GUY PORN IN THE WORLD! No, I mean it, you should see these guys...THEY'RE YUUUUUUGE!"

I wonder if Putin ever backed out of a debate THAT HE DEMANDED, AND TOLD THE WORLD HE WAS GOING TO WIN?

I wonder if Donald "T" Trump can park a Range Rover in his pussy?

Seriously, Little many threats does it take to get to your Tootsie Roll Center?


THESE are the ways Donald "B" Trump goes after his opponents and enemies. He doesn't debate them. He doesn't engage them in mano a mano ANYTHING...that we know of anyway. What he does, is turn tail and run, before he ends up being forced to stand up to anything, or anybody. Oh sure...he'll drop a bomb on your family. He'll hire people to shoot you, lawyers to sue you, and well...who else he hires, in the privacy of his own bedroom...I'm not sure we will ever know.

What we do know is that if The Sopranos ever get a second run...The Part of "BIG PUSSY," will NOT be played by Vincent Pastore.

What we DO KNOW, is that confused Little Donnie was at least smart enough to know that even before he leveled his debate challenge to Bernie...he was already trying to walk it back. And let me just say THIS, Big really did make the right least in the short term.

Bernie would have ended your "Q" period and introduced you to the business end of a probing that would have had you walkin' on your tippy toes for a month. Oh, walk like that "naturally". Don't you?

On the downside, Mr. cracked out of turn. Hillary and Bernie BOTH now know, what the rest of us have known all along.

You talk about your debate performance in republican debates where you were able to hide behind anywhere from  six, to sixteen other candidates. Could you not appreciate that Rubio, Cruz and Kasich only wanted to be the last opponent standing...TO GET YOU ON A DEBATE STAGE, 1 ON 1.

Ya see, Little Donnie...they knew, we knew, and now Bernie and Hillary know that EVEN YOU KNOW that 1 on 1...there's no place for you to place for you to park your bullshit...and no gaggle of nearby individuals for you to randomly spazz out at,,,even if you are on your menstrual period.

Only a punk tells supporters to punch protesters in the face.

Only a spineless limp-dicked wimp threatens to bomb civilian family members.

And, I'm guessing that only a dude who has more secrets than Colonel Sanders and the makers of Sugar Frosted Flakes...probably sets off every Gaydar Unit in South Florida so often that even Meliania has a good idea what you do in that YUUUUGE walk-in CLOSET.

YOU WAYYYYYYYYYY over-compensate, Little Donnie. So, that you have essentially outed yourself as the nation's Number 1 Vajayjay...GO FOR THE GUSTO, "Gutless". Import an exotic Eastern European bodybuilding champion, write another big check to another ex-"wife"...and let your freak flag fly, Dude. It wasn't a secret before...and after you formally pussied out of the debate YOU CLAIMED TO WANT, with Bernie...even a 74 year old Vermonter is convinced that you secretly chug the cock.

You had no shot to win before this...


You might as well quit while you're still giving head.

Now, I know that didn't come exactly right. But...something tells me you know what I'm talkin' 'bout. Ohhhhh yeah.

Enjoy getting your ass tattooed by WHOEVER you debate in this election.

No, really...ENJOY IT.

Contemptuously submitted...

Billy V.

Friday, May 27, 2016

Rachel Maddow Hospitalized & Under Evaluation After On-Air Seizure (Part Parody)

What began as just another day in the Rachel Maddow, "How low can I go in my conspiracy to steal the Democratic Nomination for the Object of ALL of my POLITICAL Fantasies"...ended with the sounds of the once third-rate excuse for a journalist, pounding on inch-thick bulletproof glass officially separating Maddow from the real world. Her muffled outburst suggested that she might be simply screaming out, "I'M NOT CRAZY!...I'M NOT FUCKING CRAZY!!!!"

It was almost an hour before the thorazine finally took her down.

"I have to hand it to her," one doctor was given to state. "It only took half that dose to put Rick Santorum out for three days".

And, what was it that transformed Maddow from raving, maniacal, Hillaroid, living on the edge as she awaits the impending unsealing of a most definite indictment...into an incomprehensible, babbling, unintelligible LUNATIC, who had to be hauled off and deposited in a locked-ward, in order to prevent harm to herself...or further harm to Bernie Sanders.

On the show that will soon, no longer bear her name; in a time slot that will remain hers for no more than another few weeks...Madcow fucking LOST IT, last night...yet again. Oh sure, it began as it has, so many other nights. Madcow batted her fake eyelashes at a clip of Shillary Clinton bullshitting some other group of people whose names, location, age, or even mental status, was completely irrelevant. She then went on to talk about Donald Trump. But...she wasn't REALLY talking about Donald Trump. Madcow was talking about how whatever Donald Trump was doing or saying RELATED TO SHILLARY CLINTON.

At some point, well into the show, and after not mentioning a word about Guccifer's guilty plea, or the release of deposition transcripts in the civil case against the State Department...OR, the Inspector General's Report, OR, the virtual certainty of indictments...Madcow got around to her nightly bashing of Bernie Sanders.

Even then, however...Madcow was NOT talking about Bernie in the sense of anything that was specifically "Bernie". Here again, Madcow was ONLY CONCERNED with "how whatever was happening to Bernie" WOULD AFFECT Mrs. Rodham-Clinton-Wannabe-Madcow.

The Democratic Primary was being "HIJACKED"...oh, yeah...BY BERNIE SANDERS!

Donald Trump wasn't really interested in "debating" Bernie Sanders. Trump was "SCREWING WITH THE DEMOCRATIC WINNER...BY DEBATING A LOSER".

Since I used up three days worth of my "Fuck" quota during yesterday's rant...I can only suggest that when I heard the tape of the Madcow outburst...I immediately fired BOTH THE AGENT AND THE ATTORNEY who suggested that I would "easily be able to hammer out a week's worth of articles using a maximum of 144 "F-Bombs".

It's an EFFFFFING Presidential Election Cycle. These FOX should have phaqqing KNOWN BETTER! (Testing, 1...2...3...)

So...let me get this straight....and yes, the "YOU" in the following descriptions relates to not only Mrs. Rodham-Clinton-Madcow...but, also the totality of her co-conspirators...and most definitely, Rachel Madcow.

So...when all of those events occurred... Was anyone HIJACKING the Democratic Primary?

When Mrs. Rodham-Clinton-Madcow had her former Campaign Co-Chair, and now head of the DNC, scheduled only six debates, at times and dates that made Billy Mays come back from the dead, just to reject them for his Orange Glo Infomercials... Was anyone HIJACKING the Democratic Primary?

When Mrs. Rodham-Clinton-Madcow REVEALED YET ANOTHER LIE, by backing out of a previously agreed to debate in California...or when she held a New York Debate hostage... Was anyone HIJACKING the Democratic Primary?


Of course, I could go on providing examples of how Madcow and her gaggle of TREASONOUS, soulless, amoral, sociopathic, hedgemonists, have IN FACT, HIJACKED THE DEMOCRATIC PRIMARY...for the entire 96 hours of Madcow's "Period of Observation".

But...truth be told, after you've established your opponent as being unworthy even of your continuing disgust, everything else is pretty much overkill.

It IS, however, necessary to comment on the "SCREWING WITH" remark, aimed at Donald Trump...but still only really relevant to Madcow's commentary, AGAIN BECAUSE OF THE IMPACT OF TRUMP'S ACTIONS...on Mrs. Rodham-Clinton-Madcow.

Trump, Madcow says, is "Screwing with THE DEMOCRATIC WINNER" by latching onto "A LOSER" and engaging in a debate...TO THE DETRIMENT OF SHILLARY.

Rachel... If you can hear me through the bulletproof glass...



So...I ask again...



Which amounts to a more egregious example of SCREWING WITH A CANDIDATE?

Agreeing to debate issues, in advance of the last major primaries?



And...while your on ice and being pumped full of more anti-psychotics...ask even your collection of surreality tv star roommates, whether ANY OF THEM would DECLARE SOMEONE THE WINNER of the Democratic Primary...AND NOMINEE OF YOUR PARTY...BEFORE THE FBI AND DoJ HAVE HAD THEIR SAY ON WHETHER OR NOT SHE WILL EVEN BE ALLOWED TO CONTINUE, WHAT WAS A FOOL'S ERRAND...FROM THE START?

You would be on far more solid ground at this point///to DECLARE YOUR IDOL TO HAVE BEEN INDICTED...rather than announcing her as the winner of the Democratic Primary...SINCE THE GRAND JURY WILL ALMOST CERTAINLY CAST THEIR VOTES BEFORE THE FIRST SUPERDELEGATE EVEN ARRIVES IN PHILADELPHIA.

At this point, Rachel...we can't know if Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders will debate in California.

We can EXPECT that you WILL declare Mrs. Rodham-Clinton-Madcow to be the winner of the Democratic Primary before those California Polls close on June 7th.

Here is the $300,000,000,000 Question...


And, after YOUR HERO is indicted and/or forced to withdraw FROM A RACE YOU HAVE TOLD THE WORLD SHE HAS WON...

Will you apologize to Bernie Sanders, the Democratic Party, California Voters who stayed home because of your actions...the United States of America...and to the world?

Will you resign, on the air in the disgrace you have cultivated?





And, what level of unmitigated gall, must a person possess, in order to be AS GUILTY OF TREASON AS YOU ARE, and in the midst of your ongoing bloodless coup...BE ABLE TO EXPRESS THE KIND OF UNRIGHTEOUS INDIGNATION which incorporates the terms "HIJACK" and "SCREW" as part of your incredulous mental meltdown which was witnessed by AT LEAST your six or seven regular viewers.

How about this, Madcow?

How about before you declare ANYONE the "WINNER" of ANYTHING...

You explain to the American People, what YOU are going to do, TO FIX THE UNFIXABLE...when your
GRAVEN IDOL is proven to be nothing more than an unelectable career criminal?

For your consideration,

Billy V.

Thursday, May 26, 2016

An Open Letter to Brian Fallon - National Press Secretary for the Clinton Campaign

Dear Brian...

You really need to pardon me for just a second, Brian. I can't explain it, but since Guccifer pled guilty yesterday, to the two most lesser counts of his 9 Count Indictment, and I watched you attempt to fend off body blows, head shots and the odd punch in the dick, from that BEAST of a once mediocre journalist, WOLF BLITZER...I find myself stopping at random times throughout the day to...


There it goes again. YA SEE?

I mean, you guys have been laughing at Bernie and our supporters ALL ALONG. And, we've heard all the stories.

You win a primary, where you got hoards of minions to raid nursing homes in a state to collect absentee ballots from dementia patients.

You used your local support in virtually every major city in the country to sound the alarm with the same precinct captains and ward leaders, and mayors, and councilmen, and aldermen, and congressmen, and senators, and governors...all of whom know and use every trick in the electronic voting machine book to routinely cheat their way back into offices that no one in those cities will ever remove them from.

You use every tried and true method of stealing elections. AND, on top of felt the need, not only to waltz a now obvious Stage 4 Syphillitic former president, through as many polling locations as you possibly could, during actual elections, in violation of rule after rule and law after law...and, you did this all with the impunity displayed by  Kim Jung Un, showing up an hour late for his appointment at his local Sport Clips, in Pyongyang.

I'm not guessing the local constabulary gave Un too much shit that day, either.

 But, back to you, "Bri" complete and total Piece of Shit...

Oh, forgive me, Mr. Fallon.  But, you I we are, better than three-quarters of the way into a campaign where your peeps have openly mocked our people. You've presented yourself and shared the so-called and self-proclaimed spotlight with Joel Benenson, where you have collectively DECLARED yourselves to be in possession and rightfully entitled to EVERY SQUARE INCH of the "Moral High Ground"...all while not being able to contain yourselves privately...after stealing those primary elections...only to be caught on tape praising each other for "KICKING BERNIE SANDERS ASS" and high fiving each other, while you laugh and scream, "FUCK BERNIE" at levels that even send California Coyotes over the edge.


Damn...I have to see a doctor about that.

Lord knows, the last thing I want to have happen in my life, NOW, is to give some insignificant, utterly worthless, lacking in all discernible talent, piece of shit, wasted flesh, fucknuckle...such as yourself...a reason to think that I was not necessarily giving you a fair assessment.

So, Bri...How exactly does it feel to have a Gnome, masquerading as a journalist, slap his dick across your face 40 or 50 times, before sticking it your ear?

I only ask, because I have absolutely no idea. Oh, and, of course, because I've always considered myself something of an "Academic Sponge"...Thirsty for all forms of knowledge. And, I was just hoping to add THAT piece of information, to my arsenal...primarily, so I will again be able to understand your personal dilemma on the day that Mrs. Clinton is forced to announce that in light the stroke she suffered after her own 15 Count Indictment was unsealed...that she will be placed on the Physically Unable to Perform List, or "PUP" list...and that all of you cheesy bastards who fostered this fraud for as long you have...will likewise be slinking silently into political and societal which point, "that sound" you hear, will be the sound of every Bernie Sanders Supporter that you have so openly mocked...collectively belting out one final 4-Part Harmony version of...c'mon...sing it with me, you little bitch...


I chose YOU, to write to, today, Bri...because in my three decades in politics, I have to tell you...I've seen some "smug motherfuckers". But, asshole buddy...take the motherfucking cake.

It boggled even my nonsensical, and occasionally warped mind, that you could do the things you know you did...say the things we all heard you say...and THEN...sit or stand in front of numerous cameras BARKING PSYCHOTICALLY AT SANDERS SUPPORTERS who wouldn't grease up and get in line for Round 2 of "the fucking" that you openly proclaimed you had given to us all, during this campaign.



For the first time in this were the fucking rat in the box, THAT YOU ARE...and this time, you had nowhere to go, no bullshit to get you out of the death spiral that you were in...and even Old Man Blitzer...who has fed you softballs for a year now, was having absolutely NONE of your bullshit.

Ya see, Bri... Those of us who know you, and your background, and your history, well...ya's not that we're bad people. We really don't want to see you die in a fiery car crash, or...choke on a chicken bone until your fucking face turns as blue as Bill Clinton's balls are going to be when no one wants to fuck him during his soon to be powerless and virtually impotent state. I mean...we don't seriously desire that some moderately disfiguring accident, prevent you from continuing to further your career as a "PROFESSIONAL BULLSHIT ARTIST".

Well...not ME, anyway.

Though, I must inform you, Bri...

You done pissed off a few Bernie Peeps that aren't as understanding, compassionate, or forward thinking, as yours truly.

But...back to your, shall we say, "Come Uppance" at the hands of "Da Vooolf".

I guess you didn't think that Wolf would have actually READ the Inspector General's Report before the interview. And, why would you? He never read anything else that you had previously blathered about. He was NEVER in a position to challenge you ON ANYTHING. I mean, what the Hell was he thinking? Actually READING something that he knew you were going to be feeding him quantum bullshit, regarding?

But...Bri...even if you had advance warning of Blitzer's LOWDOWN tactic of actually READING the report...


WHEW...Remind me never to be a White House Press Corps After-Dinner Comedian, and piss off the entire CNN on-air staff.

Tough luck for YOU, run into THAT FUCKING BUZZ SAW.

But, anyway...

To bring everything full circle. Most folks don't know, that you started out your career, such as being a "COMPENSATED FUCKING LIAR" has become a career. I bet you can't lift your grandfather's hammer either, can you, you little bitch? It's'll still change the world.


Damn! There really is a part of me that feels bad about doing that. A small part, I admit. You could say it's a part that would probably dwarf the collective penis of you, Joel and the former president...but, you know, not quite as sizable as your boss's ball sack. Just to put things in proper perspective. I was saying, Bri...most folks at least on the Bernie side of this equation, didn't know you, and had no idea that you've been lying your little bitch ass off for almost two decades. They saw you as this little chicken shit, dude, who always managed to squirm out of every fact, and pull borderline unbelievable and totally incredulous bullshit stories RIGHT OUT OF THIN AIR, and to do so with the relative ease of an entire college fraternity having its way with a woman who was already passed out on the living room floor.

You remember your college days at the Ima Fulla Shit House...Don't ya, Bri???

But, here you were...


Doing your best to channel your time as spokesliar to first, Chuck Schumer, and later Eric Holder...

Praying that when you stopped talking THIS time, you wouldn't hear Wolf say, "Put up that part of the report that lets me shove my fist just a little farther up this little fucker's ass"...

But...That never happened. Did it, Bri?

You took things, in places, and depths, from Wolf...that Mr. Blitzer has been saving up TO GIVE TO SOMEBODY...for a loooooooooooooooooooooooong time.

And, frankly, Bri...All I can say to you...from at least a few of us is...

It couldn't have happened to a more deserving box of camel shit, than it did in this instance. I wanted to feel so bad for you. But, then...I remembered that after Super Tuesday, you were seen ON FUCKING TAPE, laughing, leaping like a fucking douche, bad-mouthing Bernie, and the rest of us and saying things like, "BRING YOUR ASSES OVER HERE" that you could "KICK IT...ONE MORE TIME"!

Thank you, for saying that, Bri. I really mean that. Thank you you for being the low-life pussy that you are, and have always been. It so helped me get thru your ordeal with Wolf Blitzer, without feeling the need to enter into any therapy, or otherwise suggest that anger management might be in order, because you see... This isn't anger AT ALL... It's just me, and the rest of us high fiving YOUR MOTHERFUCKING KARMA, BITCH.

Get used to Blitzer's fist in your ass, Fool. You took a check, from a career criminal, to not only attempt to publicly validate her bullshit, on a daily basis...

You also got on board a bus that you KNEW before you started, was going to break every fucking rule of the road, on every trip it took, all while giving the finger to anyone that even thought about getting in its way.

The hacker pled guilty.

The Inspector General stuck a pretty sizable report up your ass.



Oh yeah...and ONE OTHER THING...

How soon after you announce Hillary's withdrawal from the race, will you UNITE BLUE, AND GET IN FUCKING LINE?


Feel the Bern, Bitch.

Respectfully submitted,

Billy V.

Wednesday, May 25, 2016


To my many new readers and friends, who only a few hours ago wondered whether or not they should ever again take the time that is usually required to commit to reading my Postings, I say...

If today was the first time you have ever read anything which I have been inspired to write...


For half a year, as the blathering blow jobs from CNN, MSNBC and yes, the Clinton Campaign, went ON & ON & ON & ON about "security reviews," "cooperating with federal officials," and ASSURED THE PUBLIC RIGHT AND LEFT that 'THERE'S JUST NO THERE, THERE,"...I explained to anyone who would listen...exactly HOW the federal criminal investigative process works...and why Mrs. Clinton was playing a dangerous game of Romanian Roulette with not only her own future, but that of every American, our democracy, and to some extent, the very continued viability of the Democratic Party.

Yes, I was told by many, even some from within the Sanders Campaign...that it was ME who had been "out in the sun too long," and that "NO ONE could get anything to stick to a Clinton".

All thanks in this case goes to that so far, unimpeachable Magic 8 Ball that  I never leave home without.

But, let me quickly analyze the The Goose's Plea Deal...

First, and of greatest importance...

Goose was charged with 9 counts, totaling a maximum potential sentence of 117 years.

He pled to ONLY 2...NEITHER OF WHICH CARRIED A SENTENCE GREATER THAN 5 YEARS, and in total a max of 7.

In the previous Posting, I told you...the closer to 1 plea, and the closer to 5-10 years max...the closer Mrs. Clinton would be to political and societal oblivion.

Remember...when the US Government took THE EXTRAORDINARY STEP of grabbing the Goose from Romania IN THE MIDDLE OF A SENTENCE HE WAS ALREADY SERVING...he had just over two years remaining on that sentence.

What Goose has effectively done here, is to get the hell put of Romania, avoid 110 years of a possible 117 year US sentence, and, my guess is, be sentenced to 5 years here, where he will serve roughly the 2 1/2 that he had left to go on his original sentence.



NO ONE GETS THE BIG DEAL OF THE DAY... even bigger fish is already bleeding and IN THE FUCKING BARREL!

The plea deal requires Goose to make himself available and to cooperate in "ALL FUTURE INVESTIGATIONS"...

Well...let's examine this in just a little more detail.

Would Goose have other co-conspirators that he needed to testify against?


Is there an Axis of Weasel who the feds think they just can't crack without the dulcet tones of The Goose, being belted out in broken English?

Ah...not hardly.

Are there five (5) Targets of a federal criminal investigation involving Mrs. Clinton's private server that The Goose says he had skeleton access to?


My Friends...

If, The Goose was, like most geese, and essentially FULL OF SHIT, the likelihood of a plea deal, where the kind of people who he hacked...were hacked...and the kind of damage done...done, BUT...there was NO REASON to either keep him here, or utilize him in any "future investigations"...he would have been pled to a bigger charge, got a bigger max number...and have been squirreled away SOMEWHERE OTHER THAN NORTHERN VIRGINIA.

In the same way in which absolutely every step the government took to get to this point, was a neon sign which shouted "BIG FISH FRY...COMING SOON," everything the government has done TODAY, says the same.

I'm almost surprised that the Federal Judge didn't say, "Mr. Goose...If I may call you, Mr. Goose...I have heard your allocution, and I am prepared to enter my findings...DO EITHER YOU OR MRS. CLINTON HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY, BEFORE I FIND YOU BOTH GUILTY?"

And...all of this on the same day that the State Department Inspector General LAMBASTES the former Head of that Department, for maintaining her own private server...among other things.


YEAH...SURE. That's ALWAYS the way things happen in Washington. Right? those of you who believed that the Teflon Don & Donnette would be saved by their Best Kenyan Friend...

That ship has both sailed...and sunk.

If President Obama had intended to inject himself into this fray, prior to today...

Ah...that ain't a happ'nin no mo'.

This President is already scarred by what Mrs. Clinton has done, what the DNC has done, and to a lesser extent, what he might have been willing to do.

Legacy is everything to any President. Just look at the number of times Bill Clinton allowed Newt Gingrich to bend him over a table and make him squeal like a pig...just so Mr. Clinton could say that his administration accomplished ANYTHING. Sure, it accomplished everything that a fat lizard from Georgia wanted, at the expense of minorities, the poor, working families and union members... least he has a legacy.

Barack Obama WILL NOT stop Mrs. Clinton from going down for the count AT THE EXPENSE OF BARACK OBAMA'S LEGACY.

It matters NOT, what MSNBC says today...

Or what CNN says today...

Or what Mrs. Clinton, or David Kendall say today...

The ONE WORD, and 1 WORD ONLY, that was spoken by ANYONE, ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD today, that will make ANY DIFFERENCE IN YOUR LIFE, MY LIFE, or the lives of over 300,000,000 "Merkans...was a word that you won't even find in any English dictionary.

That word, my Friends, is...


Or, at least that's what it sounded like to the Federal Judge who received The Goose's plea, found him guilty AS SHIT...and then went back into the Judge's Chambers, took off the robe, called everyone the judge knows, and said...


Believe it, Friends. This is real. It is happening. And, NO ONE, can stop it, now.

Once Again...You Heard It Here, First!

Sometime today, Wednesday, May 25, 2016...Michael Lehel Lazar, aka "Guccifer"...will plead guilty to some number of charges that he hacked the computers and phones of celebrities and political figures in the United States.

As some of my friends can attest, I have given a play-by-play account of the FBI's "Stiff the Shill" Campaign, since early January.

The mainstream media in absolute, and even the alternative media, for the most part, have either ignored the ongoing federal criminal investigation of Mrs. Clinton, has deemed the matter to be yet another example of a 4 decade long "vast right-wing conspiracy," or have just not understood what was happening, and opted to remain silent, rather than revealing themselves to not exactly know their collective asshole from the elbow.

So...What's the BFD? Who cares about another hacker who got pinched for waxing his carrot while looking at a naked selfie of Jennifer Aniston that was clearly only ever meant to be seen by Adam Duritz, Tate Donovan, Paul Rudd, Brad Pitt, Vince Vaughn, Paul Sculfor, John Mayer, Justin Theroux, 56 Syrian Refugees, every Member of the Green Bay Packers from 2004 to Present, all men born on even numbered days whose last name does NOT end with a vowel, AND every member of the USC Trojan Marching Band, regardless of gender... maybe the Jennifer Aniston charge wasn't gonna stick, anyway. The point of us unfortunate victims of non-violent crime, has our shit hacked about every nine seconds. My own phones, tablets and laptop have been compromised at least 12 times in the last 6 years. And, I'm a little embarrassed to admit that three sheep in Kansas and a duck in the Witness Protection Program, are actually wayyyyyyyy more pissed about that fact, even than I am.

But, let's get back to Guccifer for a minute.

"Goose," as those of us who know his work have come to call him, was, until a short time ago, living in a gated community, which housed he and 1199 of his closest a maximum security Romanian penitentiary. 

Goose had not quite reached the mid-point of a four year sentence for identity theft and other dastardly deeds, when one of the guards was heard to say, "Hey, Goosey!..You 'ave wisitor",

Goose was a bit confused by this advice, since he really wasn't expecting anybody...let alone an Assistant United States Attorney...with an Extradition Order.'s where we have to sidestep just a second.

Yes, Goose had been charged in the United States, with 9 separate felony counts associated with the hacking of various US Celebrities and political figures. And, his 3 counts of wire fraud, 3 counts of unauthorized access of a protected computer, and 1 count each of cyberstalking, identity theft and obstruction of justice...had the potential to land him in an American penitentiary, for a whopping total of 117 years.

Remember, Goose was only halfway thru his existing Romanian sentence. And, not even "typically," but universally...what happens in that case, is that the United States files a detainer with the Romanian Government, and the prison at Arad. the end of Gooses's current sentence, instead of getting a new suit, a bowl of borscht and a ride to the nearest cyber cafe...Our Man Goose, would be turned over to the same Assistant United States Attorney, now squirming in his chair in the visiting area of Arad Prison.

But wait...there's more.

The man in the waiting room, with the Extradition Order, really didn't have an "Order" yet. He only had a request. And, the request was for Goose. Our government, put a trained legal scholar, on a plane, with directions to go to a Romanian prison and very politely ask an inmate who had not yet reached the halfway point of his existing sentence...if he would "consent" to being removed from Romania, and the prison, and accompany that Legal Eagle, to a place where instead of serving 4 years...he might end up serving 117.

Now...I know that stranger things have happened. Bernie was projected to win Massachusetts, Illinois, Missouri, Kentucky and several other key states. Bill Clinton was issued a Certificate of Completion by Sexaholics Anonymous. Debbie Wasserman-Schitz was given special dispensation by the Governor of North Carolina to use "what-ever fuckin' shitter you feel like".

But...the truth is, an Alabama Trump supporter don't e'en need ta take his shoes off'n ta know that "117" is jes' a bit more than "4".

And yet...That Silly Fuckin' Goose was packed up, out of Arad and three-quarters of the way across the pond, before the ink was dry on his consent to be shipped off to the Land of the Free and the Home of the Motherfucking Plea Bargain.

Rewind just another little bit, to put each relevant event in proper sequence.

Shortly before the US sent an AUSA to go and ask Goose to "Come on Down," a man named Brian Pagliano was given immunity from prosecution in the case being investigated against Mrs. Clinton and others.

Brian Pagliano, "Pags"...had previously been employed by Mrs. Clinton to construct the server which was housed in the basement of her home.

Pags had been requested on numerous occasions, to provide specific details on exactly how he had built this server, what protective measures, precautions, and protections had been employed...and, oh, let's just say "a whole host of other questions".

And, on each occasion, when Pags could have been the star of his own show...he politely told everyone from US Senate Committee Members, to FBI Agents, to DoJ Attorneys, to, ah..."take their questions and cram them where the sun don't shine".

I'm not really sure he meant he wanted the investigators to cram their questions into the dark heart of his former boss. But, let's again just say, that Pags had a good enough lawyer to convince the government that full immunity from prosecution was perhaps the only way that the FBI would ever completely understand the true nature and extent of the case they may not have known that they had.

So...Pags gets "the brass ring," a grant of full immunity, and begins singing for his supper like he was Huma Abedin at "Weinerfest 2011".

And, literally DAYS LATER...Goose trades his 8x8 Romanian prison cell...for a suite at the DC Marriott.

If there are any Trump supporters with us today...THAT WAS THE IMPORTANT PART!!! less time than it takes your dog to realize than MOST pet owners don't smear their own balls with peanut butter before askin' Fido if he's hungry...the government had the testimony of the guy who built the server, the guy who beat the server...and even a little bit more.

Let me just stop here for a minute to say, "The GOOSE is ON THE LOOSE"!! I don't know why, but from the beginning of this posting, I've just wanted to scream that out. 

And, THIS is why today's guilty plea is both EXTREMELY important, and...why it will likely be ignored by most, if not all media.

Watch to see how many of the 9 original charges, the Goose has agreed to plead to...

Listen for what is announced as the agreed upon sentence, and whether that is accepted by the judge.

The closer to "9" terms of the number of charges that Goose pleads guilty to...the more likely the Shill escapes justice, yet again.

The closer to 117 years, as an agreed upon sentence...same deal.

On...the OTHER hand...

Goose pleads to a single count and gets a minimal period of incarceration...I will go ON RECORD and bet the farm, 4 kids, every dream I have left AND all three testicles (don't ask unless NOTHING scares you...) that Shillary Rodham Clintone (don't all mob bosses have three names) is GOIN' DOWN!

Do NOT listen to the MSM, or any of the Clinton Surrogates. Even the Surrogates are seriously parsing their words now.

"Has Mrs. Clinton been approached by the FBI?"

Until a week or so ago...the answer to that question was an outright and forceful, "NO!"

Just yesterday...on two occasions, the answer was, "David Kendall has been in contact with everyone connected to the case, since August."

Here is the truth...and again...YOU HEARD IT HEAR FIRST.

Pags & The Goose have been before the Grand Jury. Huma & the Blowfish were interviewed by the FBI and at least offered an opportunity to make their cases to the Grand Jury...

And, The Shill has, in fact had her interview, as well.


Last Tuesday.

How do we know this?

Goose's Plea Deal WOULD NEVER BE CAST IN CONCRETE until the government knew exactly what they had, AND where it was going to lead.

Should Goose plead to one count and bite off a nickel, or even a dime...

President Obama, the DNC, and EVERY DEMOCRAT INCLUDING BERNIE SANDERS better take off the gloves AND DEMAND that Mrs. Clinton get out of the race, NOW!

I do honestly believe that FBI Director Comey did NOT have a set timeline to complete this investigation.

I really did believe that Comey felt that a timeline would be unnecessary, since NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND, would watch this case form around them and tighten like an anaconda on a Peruvian llama...AND STILL believe that continuing to pursue a presidential fantasy that could never be...

But, when Comey watched Clintone, and saw that the immunity had no effect...securing Goose had no effect, and that it was CLEAR, Mrs. Clinton was willing to destroy a party and a country in support of her purely sociopathic end...

The plea deal, and the two additional grants of immunity I foresee coming in the next few weeks, will REQUIRE a Clinton withdrawal.

I hope you enjoyed this piece. And, I promise you a 110% piss your pants funny Open Letter tomorrow night. But, for now, I assure you that if this Goose doesn't get cooked, there will be a Rod-ham on a spit, and Bernie Sanders WILL BE the nominee of the Democratic Party...and the 45th President of the United States.


Friday, March 21, 2014

Fred Phelps: The Gift That Keeps On Sinning.

In the hours following the death of Fred Phelps, any number of blog posts have offered commentary on his notorious earthly existence. Political Progressives and bona fide Christians, for the most part, have gone to great lengths to reinforce their core values of tolerance and compassion. LGBT Advocates and those who had some personal interaction or involvement with Mr. Phelps have done an excellent job in effectively highlighting the flaws and faults in his character, by refusing to be baited by his demise into the further proliferation of one of the more senseless arguments in which a true Christian would ever engage.

It isn't my purpose to discuss the family members of the deceased who had deserted him during his life. The fact that those who knew him best; his children, were pretty much split on whether they wanted anything to do with a pretty good indicator of the state of his own heart, as well as a sad commentary on his contribution to the universe.

Neither is it my purpose to advocate, for or against any "cause". In my humble opinion, it is unnecessary to address the merits of anything which the deceased ardently supported...or psychotically railed against, in order to determine the geographic information from which to identify his eternal resting place.

Finally, it is also not my place to judge the man. I confess maintaining an opinion regarding why I believe this man was more dangerous than a vile of anthrax. I confess what I believe is a legitimate position suggesting that Fred Phelps, the person, was no more than a symptom, of a disease which touches four corners of the world, crosses religious, political, sociological and other boundaries...and which will continue to destroy lives long after his death.

The world can't help but know that Fred Phelps believed that God hates certain people. He screamed that sentiment to anyone who would engage him, and to many who just happened to be walking or driving by during his daily psycotic episodes. Fred expanded upon his notion of Godly hate, during various interviews, where he suggested that, "You can't preach the Bible without talking about God's hate".

For nearly two decades, I've offered numerous "Pastors" an opportunity to discuss the progression of Godly thought, understanding, wisdom, knowledge and love...which begins with the parable of Eden, includes an attempt to destroy the earth, a promise to never do that again, a second angry moment where the promise might have been broken...and the introduction of The Prince of Peace as the Holy and Living Sacrifice which resulted in the prospective Redemption of all mankind. A few years before that...I actually had a chance to meet Fred Phelps. And, while some might think Fred "wasn't a real Pastor"...or "wasn't part of the real Baptist Church"...or, was recently excommunicated...or was just cerifiably crazy...I can tell you that a half dozen "Nationally recognized" Pastors of megachurch congregations that I interviewed for a book I had been working on, made almost as much sense as Mr. Phelps.

What puzzled me most about this entire group, was the almost complete devotion to the Old Testament...while professing Christianity, and simultaneously ignoring the teachings of Jesus Christ. If Fred Phelps had started his church in the 70's or 80's instead of the 50's...and hired the right PR people...he could be Joel Osteen, Rick Warren, or any one of a dozen others and preached the same Old Testament line...and today, we would all be watching national news accounts of his funeral and lauding this Grand Bastion of All Things Godly. We wouldn't even have to pretend to be nice.

But...alas this wasn't and isn't the case. So, back to Fred.

I went to the State of Kansas on what was supposed to be a quick stop in Manhattan, on the way to Major League Baseball. One injury and two years later, I was 19, had an undergraduate degree, and was entering law school. On my first day in law school, a classmate whose father was a lawyer, told me to find a job as a law clerk as soon as possible. Two days later... I was working for an amazing guy named Robert Tilton. Bob was everything anyone who has never been to Kansas would expect a Kansan to be. He was also absolutely everything that you would never expect to find outside of New York or Los Angeles.

Bob was the State Chairman of the Kansas Democratic Party...and not because he was the only Democrat in the state, either. He was a hardcore personal injury, criminal and domestic relations lawyer in Topeka, Kansas. Oh sure, he said that the firm had a "General Practice". But...outside of those three areas, and the new business generated by a wet-behind-the-ears associate, Bob and his partner, Wilbur Dillon, didn't really do much else. You won't find his name on any of the documents relating to the disciplinary case against Fred Phelps which resulted in his disbarment by the Kansas Supreme Court. But...the fact that our office overlooked the State Capitol and the Offices of the State Bar Administrator, made it pretty easy for even the 350 pound Chairman of the wrong political party to get in and out of a few offices without being noticed.

At that time, Fred's entire gaggle of gay bashers could fit into a Smart Car, or at least it's Yugoslavian predecessor. And, since Fred was only a few months away from never practicing law again...oh, AND he was thoroughly pissed off at anything resembling the government...protests by he and his Gang of Four, were daily occurrences at the Kansas State Capitol Building, whether or not the Legislature was in Session. During some part of almost every afternoon, while I was in Bob's office, my boss would stare out of his window, rip his pipe out of his mouth, slam it on his half-moon shaped desk and say something that almost always sounded like, "Look at the sick summbitch...The world's gonna be a whole lot better off once that bastard's ticket gets punched"...meaning that he would soon be disbarred. Years later, I remember asking Bob if he had any idea that Fred Phelps getting disbarred would be Fred's  springboard into national disrepute? We were on the phone, but I swear I could see him shake his head as he said, "You know I'm not a death penalty guy...but, in his case, I'd make an exception".

Between those two points along the time-space continuum...I had begun the quest to have what I customarily refer to as faux-Christians help me to understand their allegiance to hate, guilt, punishment and eternal damnation. Fred didn't really know who I was. And thankfully, he didn't really know how my old boss felt about him. So...when I wrote my first note to Fred, asking if he would chat with me about God, the fact I knew people he knew, was at least acquainted with one of his children, and came across as a sincere individual, made Fred a little less reluctant to engage.

I guess it didn't hurt that I could have been seen as a person perhaps shopping for a new church, as well. Judge me, if you will, for perhaps being less than completely candid with the dearly departed...I can live with that.

The bottom line is that in the time spent talking, and during one other exchange, Fred Phelps spoke of "The Law" as though the Living Jesus had never appeared in human form; as though no sacrifice had been offered in total satisfaction of the sin of generations yet to come...and, as though a single bad thought or act would send you, your family, and everyone you ever knew...straight to Hell.

Each time I mentioned Jesus, I was met with a dozen verses from Leviticus. And, when I pressed further, responding with the red-letter words of Jesus Christ, on points as basic as who Jesus was, how He lived, the charge He issued to His Disciples, love, forgiveness, tolerance, and of course redemption...Fred finally launched into the Book of Revelation...without even addressing any of the issues I raised originally. It was as though we spoke two different languages...A fact confirmed when I realized that the sound made by a telephone being slammed down, apparently means, "Smile, Jesus loves you...Have a nice day," whatever language it was that he had been speaking.

The whole point of this posting (and I understand if you haven't figured out motivation for this rant) is that you didn't have to be gay to be offended by Fred Phelps and his Legion of Doom. You didn't have to be the parent of a fallen soldier, anyone with a terminal illness, the unintended victim of  a natural disaster, or any individual who advertently found their way onto the Westboro Baptist (that weren't really Baptists) Shit List.

All you had to be was a follower of Jesus Christ, who absolutely understood that Fred Phelps IS one of THE people that Christ, Himself, referred to in Matthew 7:21-23. In that passage...Jesus advises, "Not everyone who says to me, Lord, Lord, shall enter the Kingdom of Heaven. The one who does the things My Father in Heaven wants him to do, will enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Many people will say to Me on that day, Lord, Lord, did we not preach in Your Name? Did we not do powerful works in Your Name? Then I will say to them in plain words, I never knew you."

When I read of Fred's entry into hospice care, I admit, I had numerous conversations with several very devoted followers of Jesus Christ, as well as several of my Jewish friends, people of other religions, and some whose faith is placed currently in no more than their earthly satisfactions. Regardless of faith, or lack thereof...the notion that Fred was essentially "a bad guy" was pretty much universal. A few of us, myself  included...felt that his bad acts notwithstanding...Fred had time to actually accept the Savior he had professed such unconditional fear of, throughout the totality of his adult life. I even held out hope that he would do just that. I was even encouraged by the rumors of his recent excommunication...ostensibly due to the softening of certain non-specific positions which became in conflict with church elders. Perhaps, I had high hopes, because my own elders and I have occasionally not seen eye to eye on matters that I truly believed weren't automatically understood to a greater degree by them...based exclusively on their status.

In any event...I really don't knew if Fred accepted Christ in his final days. But, from the limited commentary offered by those closest to the man...he appears to have held onto his core belief, dedication to Leviticus, and ignorance of all things Jesus, until the very end...and beyond.

The damage he did to himself, is eternal. But, the damage he did to those of us who will yet  be forced to contend when some number of Phelps', Rogers', Drains' and others of their ilk, is the gift that keeps on sinning...courtesy of Fred Phelps. One member of the Drain branch of tbe Phelps extended family tree acknowledges openly, that their family lived in Florida...until their father became obsessed with Westboro Baptist, and relocated the family to Kansas. Not long after...Phelps' were mixing with Drains...and much later, even Fred's warped view of the universe wasn't even bent ENOUGH to keep him in charge. The inmates are now running the asylum. And, anyone who feels that the ghost of a disbarred Kansas Lawyer, will not rear its 70 headed serpent, over, and over, and over again...or that some family not named Drain...will not embark on a pilgrimage to Topeka at some point during the next rain delay of a NASCAR race...simply does not understand the commitment of a band of psychotics who REVEL in proudly acknowledging that they are "the most hated people in America".

Fred is no more. He has cried, "Lord, Lord,"...and likely been disavowed by his Creator. But, excommunicated or not...the vile of anthrax which his laboratory spawned in 1955, has a half-life of...FOREVER.  My only hope is that one day, the sky opens up, the sun shines down upon the remaining Phelps', Rogers', Drains', and the balance of their klan...and that instead of hearing the Voice of a God they do not know, offer more advice on peace, love and tolerance...that instead they hear the voice of their disgraced, disbarred, excommunicated FORMER PROPHET...wherein he gives them advance notice of the next Wal-Mart buy one-get one deal on asbestos underwear. Maybe then, we as a people would have at least seventy fewer false prophets to ignore, while we are all just trying our best to be decent human beings...regardless of who we pray to when we lose a job, can't pay the mortgage, or get a call we weren't expecting, from our doctor.

I can't say it was nice knowing you, Fred. I won't say I'm happy that you're gone. I hope you did reconcile yourself to Jesus Christ. But...on the odd chance you did not...there are at least 70 souls you MIGHT be able to save, by turning on your GPS. I'm guessing that once you're collective inbred progeny get a bird's eye view of your new digs...our world, and maybe even yours, will be a better place.

Rest in Contemplation, Fred. I'm pretty sure "Peace" is no longer an option.