A child may lead us

Recently as I finished speaking with an office manager at a local successful business I was asked about my trip to Oklahoma.

“I’m heading out to meet Americans face to face.  We’ve got some problems to fix.”

Behind me a young yet powerful voice resonated through the room.

“Barack Obama hates Americans,” said the voice.

I stood very still and continued to look forward.  I could tell the voice was that of a young girl, probably no more than ten years old.  I thought about that statement for a second.  Barack Obama hates Americans.  Four words from the mouth of a child.

Barack Obama hates Americans.

Is it really that simple?

Barack Obama’s father was a Muslim who despised the USA.  His mother married another Muslim and according to his own book took him outside the country where he spent many of his formative years.  Without regurgitating his entire premise Obama’s story is filled with his fawning over humans whose skin is one color, or practice Islam, and his contempt is very clear for those who don’t fit into this narrow mindset.

But is Obama the problem or the culmination of a small group of humans who used deceit, manipulation, depravity, and the courts to offer (what many now call sheep) a false hope?  An opportunity to cry “Yes we can” knowing those that supported this agenda were grasping at straws, trying to rationalize decades of personal failure that included divorce, drug usage, debt, and obesity while abdicating their responsibility as an Individual and placing their desires in the ever waiting hands of government.

Another comment from a different source was made about Obama.  “When he is gone the press are going to crush him.  They are afraid to do anything right now.”

If the press are so much in fear of what Barack Obama will do to them, the country we know as the beacon of freedom no longer exists.  The importance of a free press is stated very clearly in the 1st Amendment.

It’s right there with the freedom of speech and the freedom of religion, and no Islam is not protected under the 1st Amendment as the United States Constitution was never meant to protect Systemic Human Oppression.

You cannot oppress women and children and hide under the guise of religion.

At least not in America…yet.

I communicate with people all over America on a daily basis.  The one thing everyone has in common is a general uneasiness.  Border security, debt, threats from Islamic sources that the FBI has admitted they cannot keep up with, and a lack of respect for our military coming from the White House are all causing concern, fear, and in many cases rage.

As much as I abhor George W. Bush (and I do) his time as President may be marked as a man who was in over his head and lied to cover his lack of courage and/or intelligence.  But for the eight years the man was in office I never heard an American say “George Bush hates Americans” (no I don’t consider Kanye West an American…he’s a Kardashian) although plenty of citizens said they hated George Bush.

Now of course Obama and his supporters will say this isn’t true.  That his waiting for five days to lower Old Glory to half staff after the murder of our military while almost instantaneously rainbow lighting the White House was just a smidgen of an oversight.

That his using the IRS to persecute and prosecute Americans is all a fantasy.

That access by the American Press to anything Obama related is comparable to “Nixonian” levels.

That Brian Terry wasn’t murdered on the border by a gun put in play by the Obama administration.

That the fictional story about a video causing the attack in Benghazi that played out at his directive by Susan Rice trying to cover up the deaths of Americans including the assassination of our Ambassador was a misunderstanding.

So…is the child correct?

Barack Obama hates Americans?

For those of us who think critically…it is impossible to disagree.

But why?  Why would Obama hate the country that has given him EVERYTHING?

I’ll bet his college transcripts would tell us…if they weren’t sealed.

Jason Kraus

08-02-2015

 

 

 

 

Furnace and Fire.

To anyone not in these United States, even the oppressors, America is equated with Freedom.

Dictators and tyrants abhor freedom so they in return abhor America. This is something those of us who pay attention understand.

People who practice Systemic Human Oppression such as Communism or Islam, regardless of nation or sect, fear America.

Because freedom can only survive and flourish under Capitalism, America continues to lead the way.  Even when the elected leaders of these United States act like communism, and verbally state Islam, are both woven, into the very fabric of our country.

Of course this is false and they know it.

Therein lies our problem.

Too many individuals in highly elected positions actively hate what America stands for and it is having an incredibly dangerous and harmful effect on us.

It has now become “cool” to bash America. It is become hip to support flag burning. It has become all too common to embrace the illegal criminal while castigating the hard working citizen paying for the abuse being piled on them.

We are being bullied and threatened by our own systems.

The IRS under Obama did target Americans for exercising their 1st Amendment Rights.

This isn’t an opinion.

This happened and is still probably happening.

When the Obama administration puts individuals in our own DHS who have such strong ties to the Muslim Brotherhood that they have to be removed, there cannot be any question any more of intent.

When this same individual supports in public Obama’s support for removing States rights and finishes with AllahuAkbar the time has long passed to only defend freedom on foreign shores.

When we allow this behavior it endangers our way of life as again experienced by the murder of our Military in Tennessee.

Enemies of freedom are amongst us telling us they “hate America” or the United States Constitution is compatible with Sharia Law while burning our flag, calling for death to America, and killing our military…on our land!

We even have people amongst us claiming to love America while trying to rip to shreds anyone who will not be silenced.

Of course this is easy to see as both political parties attack anyone coming from the outside who speaks truth.

This is also found in our own families and “friends”.

The Obama Acolytes use skin color, pseudo economics, and lies to create a rage burning in parts of the country who think they want anarchy.

Misery loves company.

Ferguson, Baltimore, Chicago.

Calling for illegals to be militant against Americans has been happening for a while.

The Eeyore Ingenues, who are so wrapped up in their own narcissism and pain, don’t understand when a hand is being extended to them. They snap and froth like rabid dogs at anyone or anything trying to fulfill their need to belong to something…anything.

Then we have us.

Those of us who know history and understand human behavior know free societies don’t stay that way because of the “poor”.

It’s the complete opposite.

It’s the entrepreneur, the farmer, the teacher, the veteran that step INTO the fray.

We are being lied to daily.

Taxation without representation has taken place for years.

The debt leveled on us is already too much for the system to bear.

How many more Americans have to die taking pictures while Obama golfs?

How many more donuts will be licked while the American military is shrunk to all time lows while the danger, according to the director of the FBI, is already here.

How many more American soldiers have to die in America at the hand of Islam?

I will go anywhere, any place, any time.

You provide the furnace.

I will provide the fire.

When?

Now.

Jason Kraus

07-26-2015

Community Organizing

Back in my twenties I was a Sheriff’s Deputy assigned to a County jail for a little while.

One day a very rambunctious inmate who’d been caught smuggling items while working as a “trustee” (I know…hilarious) decided losing his privilege of being outside the jail every day wasn’t enough and attempted to stir the pot.

He was one of those guys who’d bullied others his entire life because he was generally larger than the average male…and a lot larger than every female.

Let’s just say this type of guy was one of those guys who, had he been an illegal, would have been released and deported 5 times only to return to hurt Americans and other illegals.

But he was an American so we had him locked up…for a little while.

After all, this took place…in California.

The land of sanctuary cities and strict rights for child molesters and rapists.

The State that keeps building “affordable housing” but not any “affordable water”.

The State that blames the almond farmers for using all the water but ignores the marijuana fields stealing agua on a daily basis.

The State that just had an anti-gun politician incarcerated for…running guns!

Yes this is the State of the Obama and Jerry (Only Flush When) Brown supporter and yes California has the most people (citizens or otherwise) receiving food stamps,  subsidized housing, and “free” medical care in all the land.

Don’t believe the propaganda that uses terms like per capita and then points at Kentucky or West Virginia.

When it comes to a failed debt ridden, public union controlled State that is now letting everything die because of gross mismanagement and over-population…California is the place.

I didn’t even mention the CalPERS State Pension program that is underfunded…while the stock markets are at all time highs.

Get ready for pennies on the dollar State Employees while taxes are being raised on those left in the ever shrinking private sector to pay for those pennies.

But I digress.

The aforementioned inmate was removed from his relatively cushy cell and re-classified into what was called minimum security.  Minimum security was a large room filled with bunk beds that held approximately 50 to 75 inmates at a time.

In comparison Maximum security held two inmates per cell or sometimes just one inmate if the prisoner was dangerous enough.  I remember one time I dealt with an inmate who was covered head to toe with tattoos.

He was in for…I am getting off track.  Maybe another time.

The minimum security inmates were habitual drunk drivers, or multiple misdemeanor criminals like possession of certain drugs, burglary, etc.

Generally no one in this pod had any “arrests” for crimes considered “violent”.

Don’t get me wrong.

First of all I said “arrests”.

Secondly you wouldn’t want any of these pieces of work living in your neighborhood.

But in the “justice system” they were deemed relatively benign.

Classification is very important to a working jail.  If you allow a trouble maker access to a large group of people and that trouble maker is able to get them going in the same direction…well…another word(s) for this is “community organizing”.

As we all know this doesn’t work well…for anyone.

Because the troublesome inmate, let’s call him Tool, was classified incorrectly he had access to over 50 inmates for days that were bored, sleep deprived, and most importantly, belonged to nothing.

Tool decided to use his skills of manipulation, and his willingness to threaten the weaker inmates, into backing him one night.  He’d only been in the pod for a few days but things were quickly getting out of control.  The weaker inmates that didn’t go along were beaten and the rest fell in line.

A radio call went out from the deputy watching over the pod.

“I need backup in B pod.  Having trouble with “Tool”.  Probably need more than one.”

As I mentioned earlier this pod was filled with small time criminals.  I’d walked into the Pod by myself hundreds of times and never felt like I was in any danger.

On the other hand every time I walked into the Max pods I always went in completely aware that any of these guys could be a threat to my life.

As I arrived at B pod, two other deputies were there.  One male, one female.  For those of you who’ve read Late Bird you will recognize the female as “Caitlin”.  (Please no Bruce Jenner jokes.  That was a perfectly wonderful name when I wrote the book and as you will see Caitlin is someone you can count on).

The three of us walked into the pod and Caitlyn told Tool to come on out.  As I looked at him I noticed at least 10 other inmates standing behind him in a show of solidarity and with threatening looks on their faces.

Again, he was told to come on out.

His answer had something to do with having sex with ourselves.

I smiled an unpleasant smile as I watched a couple dozen other members of the pod slowly fan out behind the community organizer.

Now for anyone who’s been in this kind of situation you know order has to be restored.  The inmates literally cannot run the asylum otherwise everyone’s lives are in danger.

The longer the criminals are allowed to be in “power” the worse it is for everyone…this ironically includes those who support this behavior.

Imagine if someone like this ever got to a position of authority where they could do anything they wanted and no one stopped them…well…I guess we don’t have to imagine this.

It’s happening every day.

Now as I stated before I knew this had to be dealt with.  I also knew three on thirty wasn’t going to go very well for the three.

Did we have more deputies on shift?

Yes we had a few but six or seven on thirty or forty still wasn’t going to be pretty…for the six or seven.

This was a habitual problem at this particular jail.

Poor leadership and grossly understaffed shifts.  My verbalization of these issues to my supervisors, including the Sheriff, was one of the reasons I was eventually invited to leave…permanently.

It’s all in the book.

Tool and I engaged in some back and forth.  I will spare you the verbiage.  It wasn’t a bunch of niceties to say the least.  But even though this situation had to be handled it couldn’t be handled in the middle of the room.  Too many others would fall into the gang or pack mentality if I or one of the other deputies went down.

So we pretended to back down while returning to a safer location.  I, Caitlin, and the other deputy slowly walked back to the pod door while engaging Tool in conversation.

His side was a bunch of threats towards me and the other deputies.

Now…this is a crime.

But back then and in today’s society we aren’t willing to deal with anything proactively.

We’d rather wait until a young woman gets murdered on a pier taking pictures with her dad by an illegal alien.

Our side of the chat was getting the three of us back to the door while making the required extraction in the safest possible manner.

He’d been instructed to come out.

Come out he must.

Tool was really feeling his oats that day.

I don’t know if he’d been cheeking his meds and took them all at once, or got his hands on some wicked Pruno, but he was running his mouth like there was no tomorrow telling us what he was going to do to us, how he was going to do it, and naming body parts.

As we retreated to the door he and his group kept coming forward.  His confidence was growing as he thought he smelled weakness.  As I stood right inside the door he was about a step away from me.

Caitlin was outside the door with the other deputy and two more that had arrived.

I looked at Tool and counted at least thirty inmates spread out behind him in a lackadaisical pattern.  It reminded me of a time in my life where a line of kids spread out in front of me with different balls in their hands waiting for a command to fire from a much larger and older bully I was having a problem with because I’d testified in court against his step-dad about a crime he’d committed.

Just like the kids most of the inmates didn’t want to be there but their fear of the bully/community organizer was greater than the unknown so the tension kept building and the one thing we know about convicts is they have no impulse control.

I knew I couldn’t let this happen inside the pod but I also knew order had to be restored.

“Play time is over.  Time to come out.  The longer this takes the harder it’s going to go on your time here,” Caitlin told him.

She was right.

Tool was an out of county transplant.  We were getting paid to house him.  What this really meant was his original county PAID to get him out of their jail.

He could be sent back and have extra time added to his sentence or even be sent to prison.

Let’s just say his retort wasn’t appropriate.  His mixture of incorrect grammar, poor usage of verbs, and lack of auditory punctuation was astounding…and this was before Common Core.

Tool wasn’t the best communicator and definitely not the sharpest in the shed.

After he finished his attempt at sentence structure he threw one of his hands up in the air.

Out of instinct my left arm went up in defense of my face to block his potential strike.

Tool freaked out and threw a lazy right that I stepped under while I grabbed him in a bear hug and lifted him right out of the pod.

It happened so fast his “community” just stood there in shock as I put him up against the wall to hand cuff him.

Unfortunately Tool wasn’t having any of it.

He started flailing around and trying to hit me and the other deputies who were trying to restrain and hand cuff him.  Tool was not a small guy and I knew if I let go of him things were going to get a lot worse.  But before we could control his arms he started kicking the inside of my right knee with his right leg.  His foot missed me the first time but not the second.  I knew I couldn’t let him do that again or he’d bust my knee.  As I tried to get some leverage and protect my knee he kicked me in the other knee.  As all this was happening I could hear the screaming of inmates rushing towards the door.  The air was getting hot as the screams got louder.  Everything in me was telling me to turn around as my back was a wide open target.  In the blink of an eye I will never forget the sound of the woman who stepped into the fray and literally covered my back.   Caitlyn stood in front of me, and the door, screaming at them to get back and for the deputy in the pod to “close the f*&cking slider!!!”

Now that was an appropriate usage of profanity.

I’ve thanked you over the years a few times “Caitlyn” but God bless you sister.

That would have been ugly.

“Tool” was still kicking me on the inside of both knees so I took him to the ground for his safety and mine.  He ended up with a knot on his head (from the floor) and I ended up with a messed up shoulder that to this day will sometimes act up.  Of course baseball could also have been the culprit.  I did throw my body all over the diamond.  Nevertheless two cortisone shots over the years in my Tool/baseball shoulder gets me through the day.

Tool the Community Organizer was re-classified and stuck in Maximum security where he got into more trouble and was shipped back to his home county.

If I had to place a bet I’d put my money on him being in prison or dead.

Ah the life of the Community Organizer.

Locked down…or six feet under.

Jason Kraus

07-19-2015

 

Faux News…the only French the “liberal” knows.

Exiting my local gym a few days ago I paused and looked to my left.  A Prius was idling (maybe it was parked, you can’t hear them).  On the back of the bumper was a sticker that said Faux News in big bold letters and in parentheses below (FOX News) in case their attempt at humor wasn’t understood.  I guess that makes sense.  Liberals in general aren’t the funny type.  They are very faux serious.

I started laughing as I walked to my fossil fuel burning, beautiful nine year old, loan free truck.  As I loaded my gear into the back I continued laughing at the absurdity of the Obama Acolyte.

Let me first say I am not a big fan of FOX News.  They have definitely lost their way.  To call themselves fair and balanced and then stack each show with Bush and Obama apologist/propagandists is asinine.  I rarely watch it anymore because they are usually well behind the internet or my personal Facebook news feed when it come to timely factual information.

Of course they are miles ahead of MSNBS who could not report a fact if their lives depended on it.  I will occasionally watch the Morning Joe Show to see how many times the “progressives” (see traitors) couch their words or struggle with facts they don’t want to report.

It’s like watching children eat sour candy with their faces contorting trying to squirm their way through the Obama Administration’s lack of ability to tell the truth.  The other shows on MSNBS don’t even try.  They just open their mouths and let the lies fly.

I’d like to welcome Brian Williams aboard.  He’ll fit in perfectly.  Maybe he and Sharpton can get together and make up combat stories about saving each others lives.  Oy vey!

The reason I laughed about the Prius, Faux News sticker is because…it’s funny.

The electric car may end up being the worst invention ever.

First it still burns…fossil fuels.

Where do these people think electricity comes from?  Captured lightning strikes? Solyndra?

I mean come on already electric car owners. You are driving around in overpriced vehicles that still burn energy coming from coal or natural gas.  In case you weren’t aware…both are fossil fuels or in other words…they come from the Earth.

There is nothing wrong with coal or natural gas.  It’s all in the application.  In fact there are many wonderful things about coal and natural gas.  One of these things is referred to as heat in the winter to keep from freezing to death.

What’s that Prius owner?  You are using less of these things than the rest of us not to mention you get to drive in the car pool lane with only one driver?

The driver part is true…for now.  But here in California you are about to be sent a yearly bill because you aren’t paying enough gas tax for the roads you are driving on.

What?  You weren’t aware of this?  It sounds like a bait and switch?

That’s because it is but never fear Jerry Brown should have a new vehicle for you to head to Bakersfield on soon.  You can trade in your cars and ride the train!

You don’t want to go to Bakersfield?  Well there’s always your bicycle.

Maybe you’ll just keep your car and pay the bill?

Sounds good.

I’m sure driving around in a vehicle surrounded with many batteries running at maximum capacity should be fine.

You are akin to your own little nuclear power plant!  I’m sure that will be great for your skin.

But I do have one question while you’re driving around in your mini Chernobyl giving FOX News free advertising…where do you think all these batteries filled with acid go once they are no longer useful?

I should ask Tesla founder Elon Musk?

I guess I could but why would I want the opinion of someone who is creating moving objects surrounded by acid whose business is largely supported by government grants.  Grants that will disappear overnight along with many electric cars when the 18 trillion dollar debt bubble bursts forcing the State of California to triple your fees because…well hey…they know you have the money.

How do they know this?

Because you’ve been saving it up driving on the roads the rest of us are paying for!

Never fear progressive poindexter.  I am sure your Czar Barack Hussein Obama will come up with something similar to Cash for Clunkers to get your radio-active death traps off the road before he exits stage left to retire in Palm Springs, where the grass is green, while the rest of the State dies from overpopulation and poor planning.

Ah…don’t you just love the smell of progressive hypocrisy in the morning.

Of course we have real issues happening in the world.  Whether someone wants to drive an overpriced Nine Volt around with some French on the back bumper is part of freedom.

Free to be as tuned out to the real world as possible.

Unfortunately freedom can collapse when left unattended and ignored and this ignorance is forcing a collapse in and on America.

The taxation burden being put on the American worker is egregious.

The debt being piled on the American citizen is a crime.

The brutality happening throughout America to women and children because of our open border is unforgivable.

I read hundreds of comments (almost daily) on the internet about taking America back by force.

“America is too far gone.  Voting doesn’t matter anymore.  Everything is so corrupt”.

Fair enough.

This is why we are here.  To provide a better path.  A brighter way.

But before everyone locks and loads why don’t we try it my way first.

Overwhelming movement through social media.

Furthermore I am now ready to travel throughout America anywhere, any place, any time  to deliver my love for America in full throat!

You gather one hundred lovers of freedom together (or more) and I will be there.

No cost to you.

I will pay my entire way to wherever you are.

You gather the voices and we will roar together…in every State in this great Union.

I will never stop.  This about duty not desire.  Our need to belong as humans is primary to our survival.

We BELONG here…in these United States.

Never ever forget…this is OUR country!!!

Ten million voices, three percent of the nation, coming together.

Shoulder to shoulder.

One voice at a time.

Jason Kraus

06-28-2015

“Late Bird” by Jason Kraus

Restoring a nation one voice at a time.

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