Master Thread Dance Your Cares Away/Fraggle/Law Abiding Citizens

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Twenty seven years ago, I was the Military Aide to President Bill Clinton and the first person on his calendar one morning. At 7:00 AM, I arrived in the Oval Office to brief him on America’s nuclear arsenal and process.

I arrived early, notes in hand, anxious to instruct him and answer his questions. It was the last event on my rotation of twenty-four-hour duty at the White House. I walked into the Oval Office’s outer area, the office of Betty Currie. Betty wasn’t in yet, but Kris Engskov, the president’s personal aide, met me and advised me to wait.

I walked over to Betty’s desk and glanced down at the morning’s Washington Post. The headline was “Clinton Accused of Urging Aide to Lie: Starr Probes Whether President Told Woman to Deny Alleged Affair to Jones’s Lawyers.” I had heard rumors about the president conducting an illicit affair with a young intern. I’d even seen the intern once or twice, and asked a colleague what she was doing in the West Wing. I was told to leave it alone.

Now I knew why. Kris motioned me into the Oval Office. Clinton was seated behind his desk. He looked tired and beaten, blanched and swollen. He looked up at me from behind his reading glasses. He knew he’d been caught and that there would be Hell to pay.

Realizing what was happening and that this was not a good time to approach Clinton, I offered to come back later. Before leaving, though, I asked the president to confirm that he had the “nuclear codes” with him (which was the requirement from President John F. Kennedy and beyond). He confessed that he didn’t have them and couldn’t recall when he’d last seen them.

The codes were never found, they were in fact lost. The most important military document in the nation and Clinton lost it. Moreover, he seemed to not care. His priority, now, was to cover it up along with his affair with Lewinsky. He asked me not to reveal that the codes were lost.

I agreed until I retired from the Air Force in 2001 and wrote my bestselling book, “Dereliction of Duty.”
 



The European Union’s top court has just now ruled that you cannot deport anyone out of the European Union unless their country is a “safe” country. They say a country is safe if and only if the “entire population” is protected everywhere within their borders at all times.

So I guess, by that definition, since the asylum seekers raping women like rabid animals in Germany & France, they’re not safe countries.

The women are not safe in those countries at all.

In Ireland, you have sub-Saharan migrants stabbing native-born Irishmen at all hours of the day and night. UNSAFE!

In Italy, you’re robbed in broad daylight by sub-Saharan migrants in Milan wielding weapons. UNSAFE!

In Spain, a migrant literally beat a trash collector half to death for making too much noise collecting the trash. UNSAFE!

So, what happens when you can’t deport anyone because their countries are “unsafe” but in the end the only thing that actually happens is YOUR COUNTRY becomes an unsafe shithole in the process?

When you’re a European woman on all fours being passed around by six migrants, just remember, their countries were unsafe so they couldn’t be sent back!
 
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