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As a child I enjoyed reading and loved all kinds of subjects and styles.

Biographies, Louis L’Amour Westerns, selective Science Fiction, etc..

Historical pieces were also a favorite and reading the translation of Homer’s Iliad and the Odyssey was a joy repeated many times.

Helen’s Face to Achilles Heel to eventually a Trojan Horse, the Greek poet captured life and death.

Today’s world equates Homer with a dumpy cartoon character and because of this lack of knowledge will continue to repeat the sins of the past that should no longer be a part of an evolving species.

The concept of the “common good” has surrounded the only bastion of Freedom to have ever occurred on planet Earth.

The dogma that many must suffer so a few can flourish is not a new extraction, rather it is the view that makes up the majority of the nations currently in existence.

Adam’s Smith proclamation that the Individual does indeed exist and nations are better when the Individual is free to pursue their own dreams, to benefit from their own toil, has been crushed by two things.

Power and Apathy.

It is the insatiable desire for power of the few, who continue to harm the many, coupled with the apathy of the many to do nothing but lick the boots of the few, that is causing the breakdown of the greatest nation ever.

Too many are unwilling to stand and instead gather when their Pavlovian bell is rung to line up six feet apart and snarl over toilet paper; the government block cheese and peanut butter of the past.

Cover your face!

You’re selfish if you don’t!

Follow the red arrows!

Get back in your house or we will arrest you!

Shut up, sit down and wait for your vaccination!

Apologize or go to jail!

That’s right, line up and do as you are told!

California CHP decided to follow the unlawful command of the Governor and push/tackle citizens exercising their 1st Amendment Right to speak freely to government.

Michigan citizens decided to ensure their 1st Amendment Rights were not violated by practicing their 2nd Amendment authority.

Amazingly no one BEARING ARMS was pushed or tackled but a self-proclaimed dishwasher named Hannity was triggered into showing his yellow streak . . . again.

Some Republicans still awaiting Q are now counting on the Swamp Duo of Barr/Durham to do something . . . anything.

Their wait will not be rewarded.

Finally, President Trump seems to be the only one anywhere in elected office to actually speak the truth when he said many in the Obama Administration committed treason.

He is in fact correct and his statement is easily provable via John Kerry’s own words.

Sadly aforementioned Barr has already dismissed his boss and will continue to cover the corruption in Washington D. C.

We support you President Trump.

It’s too bad neither of your Attorneys General have.

Still, to be fair our system calls for the accused to be able to face their accuser.

I, Jason Kraus, accuse Barack Obama of Treason when he supplied Iran with “helicopter dropped cash” which was then dispersed to Hamas and Hezbollah who then committed Acts of War against the United States and murdered American military members.

Come face me Barry.

I’ll snap your neck like a Number Two pencil.

We have lost patience President Trump and are quickly running out of time.

With a flick of the wrist the powers-that-be have shut down the greatest economy in the history of Man.

Stealing a Presidential election is well within their grasp.

Jason Kraus

www.aleadernotapolitician.com

www.freeamericanetwork.com

Dear Mr. Kraus,

“I’ve read your blogs for quite a while. I find them entertaining, thought provoking and eerily prescient. More than once you’ve covered a topic to then see that very same issue become mainstream news within the next few days. It’s happened so many times it makes one ponder the possibilities of who is reading your ‘rantings’. Shoulder to shoulder and always at the ready.”

Thank you my friend. Very kind. I’ve wondered, more than a few times, that very same thing although my guess is rather than my words hitting very specific targets, enough people are having the same thoughts and because of this the collective consciousness is rising, pushing us toward critical mass.

I certainly hope so.

Either way we will continue forward in the memory and shadow of the great Benjamin Franklin by sharing stories applicable in today’s realities.

In this vein allow me to harken back to a moment that seems lifetimes ago, in search of answers to problems that never seem, to retire themselves.

It was my first day as a Sheriff’s Deputy, I’d been hired to work in the County Jail.

As my assigned FTO (Field Training Officer) gave me a tour of the facility we stood on a catwalk overseeing the pods when an inmate made his hand into the shape of a gun, pointed it at me and acted like he was pulling the trigger. I looked over at my FTO and said,

“Did you see that?”

“Yes,” he answered.

I waited for the count of three for him to continue. When he didn’t I said,

“Are we going to do something about it?”

It may have sounded like a question.

It wasn’t.

My “superior” sat with my statement for a few seconds. As he did I may have added some language about how life works and my thoughts on the kind of people who let others threaten them without a response.

Something about being a pussy . . . cat.

He had a choice to make.

Ignore the threat and deal with first day on the payroll guy calling him a coward OR do his job and restore order in a chaotic situation.

With a deep sigh from my “supervisor” we walked down and entered the pod.

There was a collection of inmates doing pushups and modified bench dips with their shirts off (against the rules) and tied around their heads like do rags.

Also, against the rules.

As we grew closer to the criminals the one with the trigger finger stopped looking at my FTO and kept his eyes on me. He did this because I was walking right at him significantly faster than my “boss” and I wasn’t coming for a debate.

At about ten paces the idiot, who probably had never fired a gun in his life unless it was while ducking in the back seat of a car shooting out windows said,

“You a lot bigga down here.”

I almost laughed.

Almost.

He’d just threatened my life.

Kissing my behind wasn’t going to fix that.

I walked right up on him and said, “I’m right here. Where’s your gun?”

His workout “crew” stood around, tried to look hard and continued to prove jail was right where they needed to be.

“I’s just playin yo. You aint gotta get so hot. Jus chill Captain America.”

I have to admit the Captain America line still makes me laugh.

All of a sudden someones backbone jumped into my FTO’s body and he started to tell the inmate that what he did was wrong, against the rules, yada yada yada.

I continued to stare at the inmate as I contemplated the amount of torque it would take to unscrew his lightbulb, dim as it was.

The inmate nodded his head at the pseudo tough guy and put his shirt back on, slow as he could, to give the FTO as much disrespect as possible.

When the idiot to my right was done with his attempt to prove he was a man I leaned forward toward the idiot with the orange shirt and said, “Don’t ever threaten me again.”

I remember watching his eyes seem to grow as he said, “You be fu*&ing crazy.”

I nodded my head, “You have no fu*&ing idea.”

Now I am not crazy.

Not even in the slightest.

I’m not going to list my resume here.

For those of you who have read Late Bird you have an idea of my history and for those of you who haven’t . . . why not?

It’s FREE on our website.

I will say this.

I think quickly, feel deeply, and when I make a decision I am all in.

The reason I shared the story above was to show that humans who are out of control must be put back in check.

One way or another or it only gets worse.

It can be temporary or permanent, depending upon those doing the things that they shouldn’t, but it must take place for a society, a nation, to remain Free.

There is no other country like these United States.

There never has been and it doesn’t appear, at least anytime soon, there will be another, as most humans around the world aren’t willing to do what needs to be done to be Free.

I will state this for the record and I know I speak for others as I’ve been told many times “We are with you Jason.”

“Say when Jason.”

To: Liberal/RINO Politicians and those who support them.

You’ve made your choices.

Open Borders, Sharia compliance, the selling of baby body parts.

Wars that last forever, crushing debt that never ends.

You are now giving more of our money to Criminal Foreign Nationals while you shut down American Businesses because you are afraid of the boogeyman and have crawled under your masks.

It’s quite clear we are not in this together.

We will not be on the sidelines for too much longer.

We can’t afford to be and as such I will reiterate our position.

We are not racists, bigots, or uneducated right wing loons.

Some of us come from the streets, others from the hills, the plains, and some of us come from the mountains.

We think quickly, feel deeply, and when we make a decision we are all in.

No more talking will be done.

This isn’t a threat or a warning.

This is a statement.

“Now two flags fly above my land, that really sum up how I feel
One is the colors that fly high and proud, The red, the white, the blue,

The other one’s got a rattlesnake, with a simple statement made
“Don’t tread on me” is what it says, and I’ll take that to my grave.”

Not our graves Liberals.

Yours.

Jason Kraus

www.aleadernotapolitician.com

www.freeamericanetwork.com

In my early thirties, while playing baseball I dove, made a spectacular catch (so I was told) and landed on my left shoulder.

Everything seemed fine at the moment but days later my shoulder continued to hurt.

I stretched it, massaged it, ibuprofened it and was able to get it to calm down enough that I did what most men, at least in my day, do.

I ignored it and dealt with the pain.

Weeks turned into months and it eventually got to a point where sleep was difficult.

I did my research and made an appointment to see a doctor.

I simply wanted a cortisone shot.

Something that has been given millions if not billions of times to athletes at a moments notice.

Many times during games.

My appointment was brief.

I filled out forms, sat in the waiting room, and of course paid the fee to “see the expert.”

Finally my name was called.

I was weighed, blood pressure taken, asked a bunch of irrelevant questions, and told to wait for the doctor.

Again, I was in my early thirties and in fantastic shape.

I just wanted a cortisone shot.

The doctor finally wheezed in, forty-five minutes late, easily seventy-five pounds overweight and collapsed into a chair.

He asked me a few random questions, ignored my shoulder completely, said they’d need to take some blood for tests and that I would need an x-ray before he could decide what to do.

Let the games begin.

By the time this month long circus was over I’d had an x-ray, which showed “nothing,” an MRI which showed “nothing,” a hefty bill and of course a pain in my shoulder that was getting even harder to sleep with.

Weeks later I arrived for another appointment with the medical “expert.”

I was taken into a room where I waited twenty minutes for the “doctor” to arrive. He told me they could find nothing wrong with my shoulder (big surprise as x-rays or MRIs are rarely helpful in these types of injuries) BUT he was very disturbed about my cholesterol levels.

He did a big showing with long latin terms and told me he was very concerned with my “health.”

The morbidly obese guy in front of me who gasped when he spoke and couldn’t stand while speaking was “concerned” about me, the guy with less than eight percent body fat.

Uh huh.

I told him I’d just clean up my diet but he said, “No that wouldn’t do it” and started to try and apply pressure and fear as though I was going to die if I didn’t take the prescription “statin” he was pushing.

I just changed the subject and said, “I came in here weeks ago because my shoulder hurt. When are you going to give me a cortisone shot?”

He hemmed and hawed and went back to the drug he wanted me to take.

Had I taken the “prescribed medication” that the “expert” was trying to sell, there is a very good chance I wouldn’t be here today.

He also refused to give me the shot under a plethora of excuses and said I would have to come back in a week.

When I did, this “doctor” was no longer available.

I explained my situation to my “new” doctor who apologized for my experience, told me that doctor was no longer working there, and gave me my shot which gave my shoulder a new lease on life.

This is nothing.

I could do “doctor” stories for an hour.

We’ve had “financial experts” tell us “housing would never go down” and the economy has never been stronger in . . . 2008.

We’ve had “climate experts” tell us that due to global warming the world would end in 1922, 1995, 2000, 2006, 2016 and let us not forget the bartender tales of only twelve years left.

We’ve had “medical and nutritional experts” tell us that marijuana, margarine and Malboro are good for us.

We’ve had “government experts” give our children amphetamines in school and we still have “religious experts” lying, cheating, stealing and molesting our kids . . . in CHURCH.

Now we are being told that we must shut down our entire lives because of a “virus” that 99.99 percent of the population will never contract or if they do will assimilate into their bodies and be stronger for it.

Wear a mask, don’t wear a mask, oh wear the damn thing even though we know it won’t protect you.

But, but, but the “experts” say I need an N95 respirator!

You don’t even know what the N or the 95 stands for!

It’s AR-15, err, 14 all over again for you Liberals and no it still doesn’t mean Assault Rifle!

I’ve been dealing with N95 respirators for two decades.

Unless you are on an active construction site, cement plant or taking down drywall, etc., they do nothing but inhibit your breathing and the first thing that all of us do who have worn these masks is get them off as fast as we can.

Furthermore a real EXPERT will tell you those masks aren’t strong enough in many of those environments which is why items such as half face and full face respirators have been created with very specific cartridges depending upon your level of wanting to stay away from various particles.

They also have to be FITTED and then TESTED for the fit which is why it is referred to as FIT TESTING to ensure the respirator is working properly for the Individual owner.

The respirator also has to be cleaned after each usage and stored properly so bacteria doesn’t grow and cause respiratory issues.

But hey grab that bandanna you’ve shoved in the back of your car or snag the one use “disposable” mask with the rubber band strap and use it fifty times.

You are doing great and you look MAHVELOUS!

One more thing.

Don’t worry when you start coughing.

It isn’t the Rona.

It’s all those food particles, carbon and hydrogen based garbage that you’ve been inhaling because you’ve decided to cover your original evolutionary exhale valve.

Well done and have no fear.

Once this “virus” panic ends the experts will have a new pill available to all of you who have been traumatized by the Invisible Man.

It will be called the Placebo and guaranteed to deal with your types of “issues.”

The only problem will be you will have to show picture ID to get it and we know how difficult that is for Liberals to obtain.

Oh well.

I’m sure you’ll be able to get the Placebo on the street.

It’ll be shortened to BO.

Why?

Because you stink.

Get off your couch, take a shower and pay your rent.

You can at least use some of my tax dollars, known to you as Stimulus, to buy some gum.

Four out of five “experts” say you should choose sugarless.

Do you know what the fifth one said who disagreed?

Of course you don’t.

Just keep listening to the “majority” and going sugar-free.

That’s as close to Freedom as you’ll ever get.

Pretty soon you’ll have yourself convinced the United States is a Democracy.

It’s not but what do you care?

You’re barely breathing now.

Jason Kraus

www.aleadernotapolitician.com

www.freeamericanetwork.com

Suicide, rape and murder are all increasing.

Too many have looked the other way as child abuse and molestation soar.

Some weeks I search for the subject.

Some weeks the subject finds me.

This week the subjects kept flying by begging to be harnessed but alas the lariat stayed on the pommel as there wasn’t enough rope on the planet to straighten out what is happening currently in these United States.

As I moved through California I was reminded of a story I’d heard as a child.

It was about a bird.

The Dodo bird to be exact.

As the story went, the Dodo was discovered on an island and when scared would shove its head into the sand.

The short version of this was as one would expect.

Hiding doesn’t solve the problem.

The reason I mention this is I was standing in a store this week ready to pay for my items.

The store had a small Starbucks inside and two women were standing and anticipating their double Frappuccino lattes that were in the making.

As they stood there with their salivary glands on override, awaiting their liquid heart attacks and straining every stitch of their clothing, I noticed they were pulling their shirts over their mouths.

I’m done explaining viruses as it appears the deaf, dumb and blind are now willingly blocking their own oxygen intake on purpose and aren’t getting the message.

Suffice it to say as I watched them struggle to stretch the neck lines of their shirts over their mouth and nose, their delicious and wildly not nutritious strokes in plastic glasses with straws, were placed in front of them.

It was then that I witnessed Darwin’s Missing Link.

Then again it could have been Jimmy Dean although neither of these two had missed any of those links in a while.

Jason how dare you!

Are you fat shaming these women?

Absolutely not!

I am factually describing what happened as my poor eyes were overwhelmed.

Besides, I’s be not da one to blame if you has shame in yo game!

Yoga pants are only going to take some people so far.

I digress.

The first woman stared at both of the drinks, then walked away with her hand still trying to get her shirt over her mouth, and occasionally her nose.

The second woman quickly walked to the counter where her right paw shot out with the speed of a cheetah and snatched the first drink as though it was a canteen filled with water and she’d just come from the desert, or dessert, if you are a Liberal.

It was then that Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom presented itself.

With one hand keeping a tenuous hold on her Corona protecting technique of cloth covered mouth and sometimes nose, and her iron-like grip around the first Frappuccino, her entire body shuddered as her brain tried to find a way to pick up the second glass, without the protection of her poly cotton blend that was now holding her own spittle.

It was only a moment as her back straightened for a millisecond and then returned to its slouched state.

A decision had been made.

The CoronaVirus “protecting shirt” was released and her left claw snatched the other liquid death bomb.

She then turned and walked by multiple humans, carrying two thousand calories of crap, without her formerly needed protective armor known as the part-time shirt/face mask.

Talk about rolling the dice!

I was immediately struck by the thought of the Dodo and the possibility of their existence if high fructose corn syrup and saturated fat had been available to them twenty-four hours a day seven days a week.

Where’s Toucan Sam when you need him?

Still selling Froot Loops I  suppose.

Yes, it has come to this.

Rather than discussing the brilliant mind of Adam Smith and the Invisible Hand of the Human spirit, free to fulfill its own dreams, many have succumbed to the Wretched, the Refuse, the Regurgitants of a society too stupid to understand the importance of the Freedom of Movement and too lazy to try.

“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?”
It is the yeast, and Juliet is the Cinnabon.

Jason Kraus

www.aleadernotapolitician.com

www.freeamericanetwork.com