If You Don't Agree With Obama You Are "Peddling Fiction"
Submitted by Simon Black via SovereignMan.com,
If you’re not watching it purely for the entertainment value, sitting through a State of the Union speech ranks somewhere between a colonoscopy and a root canal.
Every year I opt for the former (entertainment value, not colonoscopy).
But because I live overseas, one of the added entertainment benefits is that I’m surrounded by foreigners who are seeing this highly ritualistic propaganda for the first time.
The absurdity starts almost immediately.
The Sergeant-at-Arms introduces the President of the United States, and he receives a massive, five minute standing ovation as he walks across the water to the podium.
The applause finally dies down briefly, until, immediately after, the Speaker of the House formally introduces the President. And then the applause begins anew.
Try explaining that to a foreigner who’s never seen it before.
Foreigner: “Why is everyone clapping again for the President as if they weren’t just clapping for him 30 seconds ago?”
Me: “Because that’s just the way they do it.”
Foreigner: “But why?”
Me: “… ummm… because they’re all trained monkeys?”
But it is at this point that the real propaganda begins, where the President of the United States tells his fellow Americans that they are prosperous and free.
He cited, for example, the 14 million jobs created since he took office.
Of course he failed to mention the more than $8 trillion in debt (77% increase) that has been accumulated since he was inaugurated seven years ago.
If the President truly wants to take credit as the job creator-in-chief, the basic math works out to be nearly $600,000 in government debt for every single job created.
Zerohedge showed yesterday, in fact, that while debt in the US has increased 77% over the last seven years, GDP has only increased by 13%.
Now, you’d think that for each additional dollar the US government was spending and indebting future generations, there would be at least $1 in GDP growth.
Ideally you’d get more than $1 in GDP growth. Duh. Businesses have to do this every single day.
If I borrow $10 million to buy and develop agricultural farmland, obviously the net effect once I’m finished should result in a property that’s worth MORE than $10 million.
But that’s not how it works when governments spend money. It took them $3.71 of debt to buy just $1 of GDP growth.
Yes, the overall result may show that the economy is technically bigger than it was in 2009.
But this ratio is completely screwed up, and it is not indicative of “the strongest, most durable economy in the world.”
In the meantime, there have never been more pages of laws, rules, and regulations ever in the history of the United States than there are today, January 13, 2016.
Just this morning, in fact, the federal government published another 369 pages of regulations. Tomorrow there will be even more.
Should you find yourself out of compliance with any of them, the government can summarily deprive you of your freedom, your property, and even your family.
And it can do so administratively, without a fair and speedy trial in front of an impartial judge and a jury of your peers.
This is not what freedom and prosperity are all about.
President Obama is undeniably upbeat about America. And he’s right, there are a lot of amazing people doing great things in the US.
The United States is a wonderful country. It’s clean. Modern. Reasonably safe. Standard of living is very high.
But decades of insane regulation, government debt, and astonishingly destructive monetary policy have resulted in a society where it is now easier to consume than produce.
Prosperity is not complicated. People figured out thousands of years ago that if you wanted to do well, you had to produce more than you consumed.
But the American system is the exact opposite, favoring those who recklessly borrow and spend, rather than those who work hard and responsibly save.
The President of the United States boldly accused everyone who doesn’t share his view as just making things up.
In his words, “Anyone claiming that America’s economy is in decline is peddling fiction.”
This is an extraordinary (and delusional) statement.
The government’s own numbers show that they are completely insolvent, to the tune of nearly $18 trillion.
The annual reports for the Social Security trust funds show that they are rapidly running out of money.
The Federal Reserve’s own balance sheet shows that it is precariously undercapitalized, with net capital less than 1% of total assets.
The Census Bureau’s data shows that the earnings for middle class Americans are stagnating.
The Labor Department’s numbers show that the number of Americans who have dropped out of the work force hasn’t been at this level since the Carter administration.
USDA figures show that the number of food stamp recipients is near an all-time high, simultaneously when the number of homeless children in America is at a record high.
And all of this, at a time when trust in government is near an all-time low.
These are all facts, not fiction.
The only fiction is pretending that this story has a happy ending.
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@Right thinking will be rewarded; wrong thinking will be punished.@
I think I saw that in Star Trek back in the day
that's a great thought.
however, wrong thinking by the captain of the ship, and everyone is punished, even the right thinkers.
Fiction like Jesus was a Jew >> http://wp.me/p4OZ4v-cw
He's not delusional, he just totally doesn't give a f#*k. Its 'folks' who think there's anything more going on than some guy reading a telepromter who are delusional.
Look at the news coming from either Saddam's or Quadaffi's media as they were overthrown. They were saying "We are in control, the enemy is nothing!" right up to the minute someone walked into the studio and ragged them away from the camera.
Same thing here. He knows what's going on but will not relinquish control.
<-- He paid Peggy Joseph's GAS & MORTGAGE!!
<-- He gave Peggy Joseph GAS & MORGELLON'S!!
It's worse than that. Everyone knows that a black person cannot have a thought that merits discussion or debate. Therefore, if one does disagree with anything the Barackuda says, one is, ipso facto, a racist.
See how easy that was?
"We disagreed with some folks".
This article just doesn't get it. The people occupying those offices in DC are all a part of a giant cult. They aren't cheering for the person, just the title. It's the cult of fame and perceived power.
I hear the US is going with the new serpent god.
Snake cults... they're spreading like wildfire.
If You Don't Agree With Obama You Are "Peddling Fiction"
When you have the jew run media in your corner you can say whatever you want.
We run the media to protect your freedoms.
*double*
The US is not insolvent, it can tax until all the subjects are insolvent if need be. Alternatively they can print as well.
So to summarize, "They can tax until they can't". and "They can print until they can't".
The people will be insolvent before the usgovernment is.
It has trillions worth of stuff to back itself up.
And millions of people to sacrifice in order to keep that stuff it is backing up.
For those who wish to read of a possible, if not probable outcome from all this madness:
When Money Dies: The Nightmare of Deficit Spending, Devaluation, and Hyperinflation in Weimar Germanyby Adam Fergusson
http://www.amazon.com/dp/1586489941
Yep, damn good book. Just another reason to be frustrated that we have to suffer with the majority that don't read history, so they blindly repeat it. "Stupid is as stupid does." and Ron White's quote: "You can't fix stupid."
First deflation then massive inflation. Get ready.
And when it finally happens, get ready to finally name the jew. It wil start once the sheeple see tha dollar for what it is, judenfetz. It will be like lifting the veil from before their eyes.
This is not wiemar germany. Weimar gemany did not print the world's reserve currency backed by stranglehold relationships with energy producers and the most powerful armed force the world hjas ever known. I've been lurking ZH long enough to know how long the regular crowd here has been underestimating these motherfuckers and their ability to kick the can; I submit that you still are. We're going to be here in five more years bitching about the manipulation.
How many US dollars were required for the oil trade when oil was above $100, and how many US dollars will be required when oil plunges to £20 or lower? There is a huge glut of oil on the market, oil storage facilities are generally either full or at record levels, the price has collapsed, and a brutal recession is only just starting to kick off. Will the US still gain all the economic benefits of the petro-dollar system when the price goes so low that it starts to look like a candy-bar-dollar system, or a DVD-dollar system, or a barbie-doll-dollar system? Of course not. It will become irrelevant.
@Jurgster
Q: How do they know that Jesus was Jewish?
A: Because his mother was sure he was God, and he was sure she was a virgin.
Obama/Bernays... Masters of propaganda and mind-screw...
Delusion is BO's default setting.
Just remember... it's not a lie if you believe it.
And a lie stated enough times, by several sources, becomes an accepted truth.
You say stupid shit like this when you grow up on the CHOOM Wagon, marry a Wookie and take it up the ass from a guy named Reggie.
So....what's the lesson kids ?
Kids: Don't grow up on the CHOOM Wagon, don't marry a Wookie and don't take it up the ( can we say ass? ) , <nods head>, don't take it up the ass from a guy named Reggie.
What the fuck is a choom wagon?
http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/politics/2012/05/obama-and-his-pot-smoking-c...
http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2012/08/paul-ryan-drove-the-wienermobile...
http://www.obamachoomgang.com/about-the-choom-gang.html
"Every pot-smoking gang needs a supplier, and for the Choom Gang, that was Ray the Dealer. Ray was a long-haired hippie who worked at a pizza parlor and lived in a broken-down bus in an abandoned warehouse. In Maraniss' book, one of Obama's friends describes Ray as "freaking scary," yet able to "score quality weed." (Ray was eventually killed with a ball-peen hammer by a scorned gay lover.) In his senior yearbook, Obama expressed his gratitude: "Thanks Tut, Gramps, Choom Gang, and Ray for all the good times."
Lmao! Wow. So Hawaii is everything I dreamed of and more!!!!
I must try Kauai weed sonn!
Fuck!
Those are new smoking games I never played in high school.
True story.
One time, after smoking copious amounts of weed with my choom gang we left the gravity bong in the middle of the driveway.
My friends father had to move it to get out of the driveway.
Choom gang! Lmao!
Obama actually isn't totally evil.
Anti pot people are evil.
If I were president, the first thing I would say to my fellow americans is....
http://youtu.be/5mKYoKaiF2s
God bless all Choom gangs...past and present!
God bless choom!
When a natiin creates laws based on fraud in order to protect wealthy buisness men, its called facism. William Randolph Hearst is to blame for the prohibituon of Hemp. Its a very well documented case of blatant facism in America. The first of many. So instead of an energy economy based on Hemp, we have and economy based on crude oil and war. Not to mentio the prohibition of hemp and cannabis are a crime against humanity. The reason being as when a nation creats a law based on fraud that is intended to criminalise a certain segment of society and imprison them; that country is engaging in crimes against humanity. What a sad lot we have become.....afraid of a flower....a flower that produces the most beneficial food source and energy source known to man. A simple seed could have changed so much, we could have be so much more.
Well, put a pot your head and go out and become Johnny Hempinseed. Plant that shit everywhere.
I'm not in to weed. Don 't care for the taste, yes, I tried it and inhaled. To me, it tastes like I'm smoking alfalfa (yes, also tried, and inhaled).
I'm not a total prude on it, I've imbibed, socially, maybe twice over the last forty years. I'm a beer, tequila, cigarette guy...it's just not to my taste. But for those that prefer it, have at it.
Back about 75/76, my cousin had a horrible car accident (drunk/high at 16 or so) that left him paralyzed from the middle of his back down. While he was in the hospital, my mom packed my ass on a greyhound in Barstow and sent me to Myer's Flat (https://www.google.com/maps/place/Myers+Flat,+CA/@40.2668204,-123.8813963,15z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m2!3m1!1s0x54d48988b8e3ab05:0x49b0ce5c5ac144f) in Northern California to help my Uncle. Meanwhile, she, another of my uncle's and my sisters took a road trip to Iowa to visit my grandparents. At 10, I was loaded with chores related to the ranch. Pretty much everything. Dad was overseas so much. Had my first paying job at 11 at the C-H (C Bar H) Dude Ranch as an assistant cook. At 15 I was pretty comfortable in doing whatever needed to be done. That's why mom packed me off. She thought they'd need some help.
Turned out that their kids pretty much hung around and smoked pot. Which my uncle was a master in growing. If mom had known she would have been mortified. (She has her own Supreme Court decision, made the top of the Air Force enlisted ranks, and was the first family nurse practitioner in the nation.) Hell, I got ass whipped for eating one of those AIDS (really was the name) diet candies because it turned out it had amphetimines in it. What did I know other than I found some sort of caramels?
So I'm this hyper-busy kid suddenly treated as just another burden in the trailer. Spent about a week there under those conditions, then my Uncle brought up some of his home-brewed beer and we talked over a few of them as he asked what I did, how school was and shit like that. He suddenly realized he had a worker.
Next day we drove to some place out in the redwoods and he told me to stay in the car. I spent about three hours sucking his suds and smoking a few of the dwindling cigs in my pack. He came back with a large plastic garbage bag that was filled. He put it between the dirvers seat and the wall in the truck and pushed until the seat locked.
We get back to the trailer (now this wasn't a trailer park. It was actually a 60's style mobile home (trailer) on the side of an active lumber mill. MASSIVE fucking trees are being made into redwood two by four's at this place. The stock alone was awesome. The blade of the mill seemed to be twenty feet around. It was fuckin' huge, and LOUD.) and he has me help him spread this green shit out in the sun on blankets, with other blankets covering.. Now, it's the 70's and I recognize what that green shit really was.
Two days later, he asks if I'd help in another task. He put's a metal collander on the table and tells me to grind the weed through until all that's left is stems and not much else. I took the collander outside with a big tupperware bowl and sit, grabbing handfulls of weed from under the blankets with one hand, and grinding, grinding, grinding on the collander. As the tupperware got full I had another trash bag to dump into. I did three days, full time doing that.
All the pot's been ground down, still drying through out in the summer heat, and I've got a kitchen trash bag full of weed. Might have weighed ten pounds or so. He asks if I know how to roll. I say no. His daughter, one of my hot cousins (our family produces butt ugly males, but our women are the hottest things on earth) says 'let me show you'. At fifteen, having a hot, nubile, big-titted girl (family or not) was a hell of a distraction. Jesus, my fingers were shaking as she leaned into my back to help roll my fingers. If I was sitting closer I would have tipped the table over.
Cousin Tootie (half-'merican Indian) taught me how to roll a joint. I spent the day rolling pretty sorry looking joints, but I caught on, and by the evening I was rolling consistent quality. These things looked like unfiltered marlboros. They were uniform. I took pride in it. Third day I could roll two handed with the same quality. I produced thousands a day over the next couple days.
I got to the last pound or so. And my uncle was REALLY tickled, and he told me I didn't have to work so hard. So I started to fuck around. I tried putting two zigzags together length wize so it would be double long, worked out pretty good. Triced making them thicker with zigzags width-wize. That worked well, too. I wound up with the leftovers, about three ounces or so. And my uncle was saying that they planned to go down to Ukiah to visit his son, and if I'd like to go. I said sure.
Knowing then what his familiy was like I laid down a four by four grid of zigzags and used the last in the bag to make the most awesome pot cigar ever. It was about 3/4 inch around and about eight inches long. Honestly, it was awesome (though we didnt that word at the time, back then it was "bitchin").
So we stay at some cheap motel watching Jackie Gleason reruns into the night. Next morning we go to the hospital to visit. He's happy to see his parents and he's thrilled that someone of his age is there, too. Doctor comes in, reads his chart. "How many beers did you drink today?" "three so far." Doctor marks the chart. "If you go over four, let me know, ok?" "Ok." "How much weed did you smoke?" "Only a joint" "Ok, let me know if you have more than two." This is 1970's medicine, all five of us are smoking cigarettes in his room. He asks if he can get out and moving a bit (wheel chair, he's newly paralyzed). Doctor said "Ok, but I have to take out your catheter so don't drink too much." And we watch that procedeing.
His dad wheels him outside. And he asks if it ok if he and I visit alone a bit. I said "fine with me, hold on a bit", went to the truck and got my sack of special rolls, including the cigar. He asked if I'd push his ass to the liquor store a couple blocks away, so off we go. Mom and dad sit outside the hospital drinking beer as we go. WE get to talking and he asks "hey, do you have any pot? I'm getting low." "I've been with you dad for two weeks, do I have pot? Fuck, yeah, check this shit out." I pull out the special rolls. He's astonished, big fucking happy grin on his face... "Wait, there's more. I pull out the cigar, stick it in his mouth and light it for him." He's in heaven. Keeps looking at it. "Holy shit! You rolled this?!" "Yep." "Dude you got to take a hit off of this." " I take two.
Within three steps the entire world turned forty five degrees. Suddenly I was pushing his wheelchair on what was, perceptually, a left leaning slope on level ground. Other than that, I think I was otherwise ok, cool, as it was known. Got to the liquor store and bought a couple cases of beer and went back to the hospital.
My world didn't straighten out for two days. Not a big fan since. Had too much to do with out that distraction.
Oh, the big ending.
After the visit, I had pretty much nothing to do, so I took the Greyhound to Barstow, and started walking/hitchhiking to Lucerne Valley on Barstow Road. I'm about five miles from town, climbing up, but in a relative low spot. I had about thirty miles in front of me, and there had only been one car in those five miles. (I was used to long trudges. I'd walk about twenty miles a night, every so often, from Victor Valley College to Lucerne Valley during high school, unless a car showed up to let me hitchhike.) Anyway, I'm feeling sorry for myself for a thirty mile walk in the summer heat and think: "You know, if you light up a cigarette your mom always shows up." So I lit one up. Over the hill they came.
Old Phart-
That was beautiful. Kerouacesque.
Thanks!
WOW i LOVE old 70's stories. It still amazes me how far we have regressed. I thought pot would be totally legal by now.
An ass is a donkey you muppet. The word is "arse".
OK.... I WANT TO KNOW WHO ON THIS BOARD, VOTED FOR THE VILLAGE IDIOT, with the blown out hemroid strut and the queer looking smile? I want names! Go ahead and tell us all who you are....dont be scared.... it was cool just a few years back to tell everyone, where in the fuck are you now?
Nah, you can't ask that. Everyone makes mistakes. The question that you can ask though is who voted for the asshat the second time.
No, i am going to ask that..... WE ALL LOSE because it seems that most of us voted on a candidate based on charisma and a silk tongue, not experience or ideals, and i want to know how many ZHer's voted for the POS. Reminds me of a time when german's were also enthralled with the the original charismatic and silk tongued leader, during which, and because of so said charisma and silk tongue, didnt think THEY were the bad guys of the world, but as history has shown, were.....
HOPING America pulls our collective heads out of our ass and vote in 2016 on the issues! Voting like our future, our grandchildrens future depended on it.... because it does!
It starts with FREEDOM and LIBERTY ... CONSTITUTION.... FREE MARKETS and RULE OF LAW..... everything else is just noise, smoke and mirrors.
..... and i just wanted to use this forum to personally say "THANKS ASSHOLES" for doing your part in destroying America by voting in the POS that said he would "fundamentally change" our country!
Hope and mother fucking change.... unbelievable
So point to the alternative, dumb ass. There is no hope of any candidate making a difference because they'll all be locked into the same cycle of follow ordersor get shot. The president is a sock puppet.
Besides your bullet points are contradictory. Freedom and liberty are incompatible with the constitution or rule of law. The constitution is a document that grants others authority over me, and rule of lawimplies some asshole enforcing said law at gunpoint.
There are always rules, written or not. Civilized people have rules. People NEED rules. What we don't need is people who make arbitrary rules without public consensus. Rules must be voluntary which implies common values,which can only really exist in mostly smaller homogeneous societies. I like knowing what the rules are, but what we have is a morass of rules, many contradictory and most arbitrarily enforced. There thing that gives rules power is their perceived fairness and we have now entered a time where there is NONE and trust in the rule makers us at an all time low. Our Constitution is a valuable document IF it shares the values of its people. Our society has been diluted with massive numbers of those who do not, and our government has encouraged those same immigrants to reject our values and retain their own.
Don't blame me, I voted for Ron Paul twice. i will never again vote for a Republican or Democrat.
Better to ask what fucking idiots voted at all?
Like doing nothing accomplishes anything! Half the country already refuses to vote and the geniuses here seem to think that is the winning strategy. All it proves is that it is not about results, its about BLAME. If Ron Paul was our hero, then blame those who did NOT vote for him.
We need solutions not finger pointing.
Leave the electoral sheep alone.
You waste your time.
Democracy is stupid anyway.
It's demagogue prone.
That's a disease to which electoral systems are vulnerable.
Yet demagogues are easy to identify (for a thinking human anyway).
Like Obama, they gesture a lot and speak in pulpit rhythms, using words that ring of religious fervor and god fearing sincerity.
Sincerity with nothing behind it takes so much practice.
And the practice can always be detected by anyone who can recognise the signs: repetition. Great attempts to keep the audiences attention on words.
You must pay no attention to words.
Watch what the person does or has done.
That way you learn the motives.
People voted for Obama because they have NO political education.
Such education is not allowed outside of the elite.
That's how the elite can do whatever they want, they have created a system were the sheep are dissatisfied, vaguely or deeply all the time.
This has built up wide spread feelings of vindictive anger that dulls cognition.
Then they supply targets for that anger using MSM and controlled opposition media as they need them.
Such as the rich, the stupid leader, central bankers etc etc.
They even let the bull get the occasional matador. Thump! Got one. (eg. Bernard Lawrence "Bernie" Madoff).
Then they wait for the laughter to subside and continue with the looting.
Basically you can't blame the sheep for eating the grass. It's pointless.
He will be justified in staring at you in consternation and saying "Isn't this what I'm supposed to do?"
I can swear my last two votes were for Ron Paul.
You said it yourself. Delusional.
I think we've reached the point where that can be considered a clinical diagnosis, not just political hyperbole.
Obama does not fiction peddle. On limosine motorcades Obama fiction delivers with prancing style.