The US President, on a secret trip in the Levant, met with the UK and Russian Leaders in the Crimea for an exchange of top secret military strategic information. Hiding from the press, the embattled President Of The United States, even discussed how to carve up Europe for the benefit of all. Worse still, there is clear evidence, including photographs, that they have met before, and shared such secret plans for the domination of the Western World!
The goal of the conference was to shape a post-war peace that represented not just a collective security order but a plan to give self-determination to […] Europe.
The meeting was intended mainly to discuss the re-establishment of the nations […]. Within a few years, […], it has remained controversial.
[It] was the second of three […] conferences among the Big Three. It had been preceded by the Tehran Conference[…],
Oh, the horrors! A sitting US President conspiring with the British Prime Minister and the Russian head of state to destroy a Europe, united under German guidance, sharing military strategy and plans.
There is no denying it, this President is clearly nothing more than a Russian Stooge and under the thumb of the Russian Leader.
The goal of the conference was to shape a post-war peace that represented not just a collective security order but a plan to give self-determination to the liberated peoples of post-Nazi Europe.
The meeting was intended mainly to discuss the re-establishment of the nations of war-torn Europe. Within a few years, with the Cold War dividing the continent, Yalta became a subject of intense controversy. To a degree, it has remained controversial.
Yalta was the second of three wartime conferences among the Big Three. It had been preceded by the Tehran Conference in 1943, and was followed by the Potsdam Conference in July 1945, which was attended by Stalin, Churchill (who was replaced halfway through by the newly elected British Prime Minister Clement Attlee) and Harry S. Truman, Roosevelt’s successor.
;sarc/ for the sarcasm impaired…
I knew who it was by the second sentence. Sadly, my meager historical knowledge far surpasses any that the left possesses.
FDR actually was a USSR stooge – otherwise, we would not have had to “tear down that wall”.
I am pleased to report and to endorse, Dr. Norman Page‘s analysis of the global climate scam:
Dr. Page is helping “tear down the international web of deceit“ that was constructed after nations and national Academies of Sciences were united under the UN on 24 OCT 1945 to save the world from possible nuclear annihilation!
I n a smile after Mancester.
When I got the part
“… even discussed how to carve up Europe for the benefit of all.”
it became obvious it was not about the current president. Had Trump been the subject it would have been about the outright greedy, and yet indescribable & ephemeral, personal benifit/gain of his him and his family.
“Breaking: ‘Complete Panic’ at Highest Levels of DNC Over Kim DotCom’s Seth Rich Announcement”
Kim Dotcom is wanted for copywrite infringement, I believe it was, in the US. He is therefore tainted. If he wants only safe passage to and from the US, then it would be less a problem. If he wants the charges to be dropped in return for testimony, I wouldn’t trust it.
So … who watches the watchers?? From the article:
he behavior the FBI admitted to a FISA judge just last month ranged from illegally sharing raw intelligence with unauthorized third parties to accessing intercepted attorney-client privileged communications without proper oversight the bureau promised was in place years ago.
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The court also opined aloud that it fears the violations are more extensive than already disclosed.
“The Court is nonetheless concerned about the FBI’s apparent disregard of minimization rules and whether the FBI is engaging in similar disclosures of raw Section 702 information that have not been reported,” the April 2017 ruling declared.
Very well written chief, maybe twenty years ago you could have earned a good dollar writing.
The sunday papers would have lapped up clever stuff such as this, problem now not many under forty know how to read and the newspapers are going broke. Regards.
Thanks for the compliment. Would you believe I flunked Freshman English in high school?
The teacher was a royal pill. Big guy over 240 lbs with a Van Dyke sort of beard. Pushy and grumpy. One girl had been held back for failing the prior year and he drove her to tears in front of the freshman class in her ‘do over’, on about the first week. Told her to diagram a sentence and when she got stuck, badgered her and called her stupid for not remembering what he’d clearly taught her the prior year. Would not stop until she was a crying mess. Knowing I “had issues” with the bully personality I asked to transfer to a different class. Was told to “stick with it a while” where “a while” typically meant until after the transfer window closed. Seems everyone wanted out of his class.
Well, I just decided to go for “passive aggressive”. Retreated to my own mental world. Thought about things that interested ME. Read what assignments were interesting (liked the Shakespeare) but did zippo, nada, nothing at all, on the class assignments. Did take the weekly Friday “quiz”. (Nothing else to do during that 10 minutes). Of course, writing zero “reports” doesn’t make your grade good. Did put his Grumpy Sights on badgering me, instead of the girl, so something good from it. Why I say “I don’t intimidate worth a damn”. I’ve been developing that skill for decades, one year at a time.
In the end, I got to take Freshman English over again. There was a young lady fresh from college. Maybe 5 foot 2 inches if you push it and 100 lbs soaking wet. Most of the boys towered over her, and at about 190 lbs then, I was, um, “big”. But she was understanding and really cared about the students. I decided to actually do some of the work. When one of my ‘creative writing’ pieces got read to the class as an exemplar, I was stunned and kind of happy about it. Got a B+ overall, IIRC.
Decades later I found out that the teachers, in teachers lounge, would razz the Beard Guy about how this little nothing fresh out of college could get me to perform, and he failed miserably. Seems my 99%+ SAT, PSAT, ACT scores, math and English, verbal and non-verbal, had shown up on their radar too. So they knew it wasn’t lack of skill on my part… Made my day when I heard that. It clearly fingered him as the problem.
In retrospect, looking at my old report cards, every single grade, but especially the bad ones, are entirely a grade of the teacher, not me.
Now I know it’s hard to deal with the oddball kids. Folks at a couple of sigma out either way. That’s why they invented GATE (Gifted And Talented Education) programs. Unfortunately, those did not exist in my time. So yeah, couple of sigmas off of everyone else and mixed in with the General Population, bored to tears and generally abandoned since “he can work it out for himself” and the kids a sigma or two the other way “need the help more”… But still, I know my test scores. I know “it wasn’t me” at an ability level. IMHO, it really IS important to put kids in a group where they fit in, with teachers that actually care about them, and to not force them into shit piles shoveled by the incompetent. Oh Well, water long gone under that bridge.
Also, in retrospect, somewhere about 80% to 90% of my education through high school was self taught. For most things, I was well ahead of the school before they got there. For others, I’d “do nothing” for months, then “catch up” in a week, and then go back to “doing nothing” until they got far enough ahead of me to be interesting. 5th Grade Math was like that. Least Common Multiple / Greatest Common Factor “new math” stuff. Interesting, sure, but Oh So Slow.
We had a row by the windows reserved for the highest 6 or so scores. The rest of the class was alphabetical. “Smith” being well inboard near the door… Based on weekly test scores. I’d read some, ace the tests, be head of the window row, then spend the class time watching the trees, composing a poem about birds and bugs, thinking about sun and fun, smelling some fresh air (windows opened in warm weather), pondering life. Then slowly drift back down the row as the “class” moved ahead of me. I could “guess” and “puzzle out” most of it until they were about 3 weeks ahead of me in the book. Then some quiz would put me back by the door. “OK, time to read the book”. I’d read the 3 weeks they had covered when I was daydreaming, then read one or two more ahead as I was “on a roll”, usually the second Friday Quiz put me back at the head of the window seats. Rinse and repeat.
Realize this was as the “X Group” advanced kids (of 3 levels) headed for college track and with modestly advanced math compared to other grades at that time.
So that’s the way school learning usually went for me. Then, after school, I’d hit the library on my way home. It was about 1/2 way from home to school, or about 3 blocks each way. There I would read every single science fiction book, magazines like Pop Sci and Pop Mechanics. History and more. At about that 5th grade time I discovered Scientific American. (Then a decent real science journal). At first, many of the articles were hard and full of cryto-babble. Inside a year I was reading most of the articles with good understanding, but weak on some of the concepts that were just used by reference (i.e. not explaining what a chi-square fit was, I could figure out it was a test of fit, but didn’t have the math behind it). By high school I was reading it for pleasure at the new ideas and understanding most of it cleanly (modulo the topic specific by reference jargon).
Needless to say, there wasn’t much in school that was really “educational” for me. History was mostly about memorizing specific dates that really just killed the joy at the sweep and majesty of the Human Story. English was a joke. More about being forced to read things you hated but the teacher liked and learning an abstruse jargon for word nomenclature (via the French from the Latin and really poorly suited to an agglutinative non-inflectional language like English had become…) Where did I learn things in school? 4 classes:
Geometry. Loved the clean logic of it, and construction from first principles.
Chemistry. A glorious window into the detail level of the workings of the world.
Biology. Seeing life as a process and how the machine works.
Algebra. An interesting challenge, up to calculus in the senior year. Language of precision.
Aside from that, I consider it 12 wasted years of my life.
Well, sorry to inflict that rant on you. But it gives some context to the irony of being complimented on my writing skills… ;-)
Politics do make strange bedfellows. My wife would love to hang trump! But she loves Kim dotcom (she was a big Mega fan). Me? I want the facts. If he cannot give them from NZ, then he does not have them. That does not mean he is lying however. Just boasting.
Hi EM. That sounds familiar, but with a twist for me. The school system was merit oriented and results based. They gave everyone in the district Stanford-Binet tests, beginning at around age 4, if I am remembering correctly. I never saw my scores, and somehow my sister did (who is as sharp as I am and we had a fierce sibling rivalry growing up though I’m the elder by about 2.25 years). She told me that mine were the highest ever seen (at the time and maybe still, over 50 years later). So here I am in the 4th grade. They didn’t have the ability to do skill matching, and since you had to pass the tests, you could either be promoted up or held back. I’m the youngest by a mile and there is a guy who had medical conditions (he had a seizure in class one day), but couldn’t pass the tests at the age appropriate level. He was twice my age, or nearly so. It is rare the test of that nature that I didn’t score at least 99th percentile (+3 sd) and sometimes higher. The AF wanted me badly. I would not have passed the physical. My grandparents taught me to read at a very young age, so much so, well, guess the diopters my no-line trifocals have to be ;p. Now spice that with the Jim Crow south, though that was rapidly ending due to the efforts of our Governor, who in real life is 180 degrees off his public caricature.
Being the science/math type, the ‘humanities’ professors didn’t like me much. I got a C from my freshman English professor, yet, like you, when I had a technical paper to write, he was impressed and told me so. Just the kind of thing to help get past the ‘Snuffy Smith blues’, since that was to be my Physical Chemistry professor. Despite my grades in his class, I still impressed the Chemistry faculty, even said Professor Smith. How do I know, again, my sister followed me to the same university, and they told her so. So much so that they used me as the yardstick for her.
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One of the joys of the internet age is how much information is so rapidly available when the mind wants to wander somewhere… one of the other larger joys is realizing “you are not alone” and there are others like you. No longer a ‘lost soul’ wondering why everyone else is so.. so.. that way and you are not.
Nice to know you are in the clubhouse…
Interesting thing about High School for me, PE excepted, is that I got along just fine, again despite being the youngest by a mile and wearing thick glasses. By that time for me, the early 70s, Jim Crow was dead and merit based integration was the thing. The school system now had the ability to do some skill matching, since there was only one such school, unlike the multiple schools for grades 8 and under.
Except for Band and PE, I was in class every day with the same 30 people, for four years. My classmates were Valedictorian and Salutatorian. I was number 10 out of 171. My grades were lowered some due to a rough 9th and 10th grade PE class. The coach was ex-NFL. He just couldn’t get around the physical fact that a boy that hasn’t gone through puberty can’t do what a boy who has gone through it can do, plus the thick glasses didn’t help. The PE classes in the 11th and 12th grades weren’t so bad. 1. I had the upper body strength now sufficient to compete with the rest and 2. the coach was a different coach.
Oh, that reminds me. Our 9th grade English class was English Grammar and vocabulary. I’m not sure what I did to the teacher (I will note that unlike most of her colleagues, she was a spinster) such that she gave me some poorer than usual grades, but then again, she had some issues with other students, too. It must have been a paper or two. It certainly wasn’t spelling, for I’d compete in the school’s spelling bees and finish well. It certainly wasn’t learning the basics of English grammar. Those tests were all or nearly all As (94 or higher out of 100). Oh well.