What do - good liberals are unwilling to do is tell the "emotional sob stories" of native inhabitants who get raped by migrants, or lose jobs, food and housing to them, or note how the welfare given to migrants in the millions will be paid for by the economically distressed host nation over time. Or  how their native culture is degraded.

If you wanted to REALLY help these migrants/refugees, why not do some "nation re - building" instead, and establish stable governments in Africa or the Levant? Well, of course the NWO wants to destabilize Europe and America. Secondly,  they can more easily exploit the natural resources in these countries the fewer natives are there to protest their efforts. Africa has oil, gold, diamonds, and minerals used for cell phones and other technology such as lithium used for lithium ion batteries, et al.

While the ransacking of the third world continues, a crisis gets created in the first world that allows for those governments to usher in more "Patriot Acts" leading to a slow institution of Martial Law, drip by drip.

Shame, Suicide and the 80's

OK, listen up. Back before teh interwebz, back in the 80's, I had a bunch of my "classmates" pull a home invasion of my house afterschool during broad daylight with my parents both at work, and they robbed and ransacked the house and harassed me, they cut the phone line WHILE I WAS TALKING TO MY GRANDMOTHER, who lived five towns away but thankfully heard the commotion and called the cops in my
Bergenfield. Remember, cellphones didn't exist yet unless you were working on Wall Street and they were ginormous.

  Even though all the crooks got arrested/ put on probation, the local Tattler Papers all had stories in them, and I became the butt of jokes and "Garage Sale at Justin's House!" Signs all over town for months after.

  Yeah, I wasn't beaten nor raped or shitting my britches, ok. You don't think I suffered humiliation for not being able to defend my house? And I did not commit suicide. Or drop out of school. I had to "tough it out". Even my Aunt and Cousin were all over me because my cousin and I traded Atari VCS cartridges and one that was his was stolen and never retrieved by the cops, and they blamed ME. My Aunt was basicaly taking the "rape-line", insinuating that I "asked for it". I was 13. I asked for no such thing.

  I reacted by taking the money I made working my afterschool job, and instead of buying an Atari 5200 like all the cool kids I enrolled in TaeKwanDo class, made it up two belts, white then yellow then orange.

   Beatings started the next year, believe it. Nightmare on Elm Street became a favorite of mine, and I was nearly suspended from school for making Freddy Blades (with butter knives) in Metal Shop. Again, even before Teh Interwebz, people TALKED. And they didn't catch the butterknives. HEHEHEHEHE. Tales DO grow, don't they. By Freshman year of High School, I went from nerd to Creepy Stalker Guy and was left alone. But that cost me any positive social standing/ in-town girlfriends/votes for being class president, as you can well imagine.

  My point is, 4 out of 5 other highschool classmates made a suicide pact with one deciding not to sit in the idling car in the garage (Google Bergenfield Suicides '88) . I made a choice, might not have been the best, but it was a damn site better than THAT. ULTIMATE POINT: Humiliation will eventually fade, nut up and don't make a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Kids today are SOOOOOOO sensitive, and in greater numbers than in my day. 

Blame Bush! The Legacy of Hype and Change

Who in seven years has kept Guantanamo open, continued my Quantatitive Easing Federal Reserve Policies, Vetoed an important Keystone Oil Pipeline with Canada, Run and lost 3 million dollars worth of untraced military grade guns into the hands of Mexican Drug Cartels with Operation Fast and Furious (Thanks Eric Holder... another Black Guy to blame!), lost four diplomats in our own Embassy in Benghazi, allowed unemployment to grow worse than during my tenure while fudging the unemployment numbers, managing to piss off our ally Israel while simultaneously opening the doors to Cuba AND playing hardball with Russia, who now wants to reopen the Cold War with us and Western Europe!

Please give us more Hope and Change, as well as more Arsenic and Zinc Oxide in our rivers! Please? Pretty please with sugar on top?

Justin's MySpace Mysadventures

 People online like to hide behind a wall of anonymity that turns them from doubtlessly mild- mannered neck- beards to raging keyboard warriors. I have observed this unfortunate phenomenon through the years.
   I first got into the online world through the aegis of the mysterious yet unobtrusive Tom, who ushered me into the silcon circus that was MySpace. I made "friendsters" with people who proudly bore names such as Gypsy Foot Rocker and The Origional Kenyan. I noticed a lot of musicians on the page, such as my friend in San Diego, Tawny Heath who always seemed to be very proud of the work of her "street team". This was back in 2003, and I still have no earthly clue as to what a street team is.
  I decided to join a forum on MySpace, so I picked the videogame topic. I opened a page and threw up a few chat topics to test the waters. I invited my fellow MySpacers to share their favorite Final Fantasy games, and I opened a DreamCast thread. It took only one afternoon for me to find, much to my dismay, that the digital waters were filled with ADHD riddled pirhannas. People who responded to my threads had no interest in the subjects at hand. One poster named "Brian the Fist of the Bronx" would always and only talk about his favorite game, which happened to be BattleToads. Not a RPG. Not a Dreamcast game. Not even a particularly good game. But he would insist on fighting his good fight to spread the BT Gospel on any thread he could find with his 10 thumbs. Woe betide any who had the temerity to remind him that he was venturing off topic.
  There was a  veritable rogues' gallery in the MSVGF back when it existed. People like the moderator Slick, who looked from his profile picture like one of Britney Spears' body guards and had one of every system known to man. Milky who looked like a latina marine with crew cut and wife beater who liked Nintendo. And Goku9000 who looked like an anime character from Dragon Ball Z, I suppose. He didn't really seem to much like anything except cursing out people who were expressing any kind of opinion about, well, pretty much anything. He got tons of mileage out of his two favorite memes...
"Imma charge'n up ma lazooors!" This was followed by his second fave of the day: "Shoop-de- Woop." Not a clue.  Both featured wierd hand drawn looking GIF's depicting an R-Type ship shooting side scrolling enemies. I'll leave off with Weabooboo69, he had a GIF of He-Man's 'lil buddy, Orco for an avatar. All he ever seemed to say was "Belts and Zippers." Trying to hold a conversation with such a limited little being was pointless.