Have you heard of Frank Schaeffer? You may want to check out his works on YouTube and elsewhere if you haven't. I went out to determine whether he had commented on the selection of Johnson as the Speaker of the House... And he had... Let's listen to it together... Schaeffer is the son of an evangelist who was active at the time of Billy Graham, but Frank, his son, saw what was happening and withdrew. That is, he was at the meeting where Trump met with Evangelicals and made their deal with him to do what they wanted. Frank has been writing ever since he left that meeting. His knowledge is invaluable such as his knowledge of the most recent judge to the Supreme Court (Barrett). Now he is talking about Johnson about whom I had done some study when he first came in. He shares his thoughts about what it means when it is talked about Make America Great Again (going back to when religion was in control) Frank is blunt, often, but I'd rather have that than the lies and attempted manipulation of those who are using God as a "tool" to pull people in...
As you listen, you will learn that this was discussed prior to the last election. However, as he points out, most of what he shares is based upon his background and study which has provided a basis by which he can say "It Has to Be Said..." (Note that Billy Graham's son is mentioned as being part of this activity - did you know that Trump gave money during Covid stimulus checks to Graham's son.???? Why?)
Mainly I want to highlight what has been said in Project 25, Trump, Musk, and now Johnson, is that there will be a major move to cut back parts of the government. What does that mean? We don't really know, but given the fact that the republicans continue to call Social Security and Medicare as benefits when actually WE have placed part of our checks into those accounts for all of our working lives, we need to keep track of these people! Start listening to those in the republican party... Notice how Johnson discounts the democratic party, even as we know that Biden's has done more for the country than any other president before him... By the way, remember that a Bipartisan group during the Biden's first year created a plan which was moving forward and Trump STOPPED IT BECAUSE HE WANTED THE BORDER TO BE THE MAJOR PROGRAM HE RAN ON... By the way, remember that he actually did nothing toward the actual problem. A wall is NOT what is needed as anybody clearly knows! Find news videos to learn more if you want more information...
Here is Johnson's words highlighted... cut back the size and scope of government (administrative). OK, please take the time to think about what that means... Do YOU work for the government? Then you might be out of a job "just like that!" Be sure you pay attention!
Sorry, what is being said sounds so professional... Remember just one thing...On January 6th, after claiming an unfair election, violence was taken up at the Capitol by republicans...MAGA... People are in jail from that so this cannot be lied away!
At this time, I can only share that with every ounce of my understand of the Truth and Love God asks of us, it did not happened under the last Trump regime... All I suggest is that you keep your eyes open and listen to news that shares what is actually happening... By the way, what happened to separation of church and state? American is open to all religions other than Christian... I, for one, believe that Christ opens his arms to all people... And God gave us free will to CHOOSE... The Constitution clearly says that the government shall provide freedom of religion... Start studying history. Listen closely to Johnson's acceptance speech...
Many came to America where they sought freedom of religion...
But what did Christians do, they cheated native americans trading trinkets for land, for instance... And, forced them into Christian activities rather than their own beliefs... I have come to know as a brother an elder of the Nation and have read his books talking about what happened... This is just one example!
Money and power is not part of the beliefs of the Jesus that I know...
Matthew 19:23-26 King James Version (KJV) Then said Jesus unto his disciples, Verily I say unto you, That a rich man shall hardly enter into the kingdom of heaven. And again I say unto you, It is easier for a camel to go through theeye of a needle , than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.
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Is Accountability no longer a word that will ever be used for republicans? Trump is a convicted felon! Or will the Supreme Court republican majority who are acting independently ignore any oversight. Check out books by Senator Whitehouse (and videos).
At this time I don't know whether he will still be forced to repay the New York civil court indictments...
Also wondering about the awards due to E. Jean Carroll You will recall she had two different juries because Trump continued to defame her after the first judgment!
You know, since so many actions by the incoming president have been ignored, dismissed or overruled and without accountability, I think it is now a time to spotlight exactly what E. Jean Carroll shared about his abuse. Remember she is a celebrity sharing within a funny book...
Before we begin, the two great handicaps to telling you what happened to me in Bergdorf’s are: A) the man I will be talking about—not to mention his team, his lawyers, his party, his friends on Fox News, etc.—will deny it—as he has denied accusations of sexual misconduct made by at least sixteen credible women... namely, (removed from excerpt) and B) I run the risk of making him more popular by revealing what he did. His admirers can’t get enough of hearing that he’s rich enough, lusty enough, and powerful enough to be sued by and to pay off every splashy porn star or Playboy Playmate who “comes forward,” so I can’t imagine how ecstatic the poor saps will be to hear their favorite Walking Phallus got it on with an old lady in the world’s most prestigious department store. There are several facts, however—and I will try to make them as unsexy as possible so as to not turn up the gonadal glow of his base—facts that are so odd that I want to clear them up now before we start: Did I report the attack to the police? No. Did I tell anyone about the attack? Yes. I told two close friends. The first friend, a journalist, writer for New York and Vanity Fair magazines, correspondent on the TV morning shows, author of eight books, etc., begged me to go to the police the night it happened. “He raped you,” she kept repeating when I called her. “He raped you. Go to the police! I’ll go with you. We’ll go together.” She also said several times: “E. Jean, I don’t think this is funny,” because—and this is one of the strangest facts of all—I could not stop laughing. My second friend was also a journalist, a New York anchor-person, whom I saw almost every day at work when I was doing the daily Ask E. Jean show on America’s Talking and the Wrap Up with Steve Doocy (a highlight show featuring clips from America’s Talking, which Roger Ailes ran on the weekends on CNBC).
My friend grew very quiet when I told her, grasped both my hands in her own, and said, “Tell no one. Forget it! He has two hundred lawyers. He’ll bury you.” Do I have photos or any visual evidence? Bergdorf’s security cameras must have picked us up at the Fifty-eighth Street entrance of the store. We would have been filmed on the ground floor in the bags and hats sections. Cameras also must have captured us going up the escalator, walking toward the lingerie department, and no doubt, within the lingerie department. I’m not certain, but I think New York law at the time permitted security cameras in dressing rooms of department stores to “prevent theft.”
The attack occurred almost twenty-four years ago. If it was captured on tape, depending on the position of the camera, it would be very difficult to see the man unzipping his pants because he was wearing a topcoat. The struggle might simply have appeared as “sexy.” During the mid-’90s, before all data was stored in the cloud, even a most painstakingly judicious company like Bergdorf Goodman probably erased the tapes after ninety days. But, maybe, perhaps by some miracle, they have the evidence of the attack collected somewhere. Do I have DNA evidence? I don’t know. I do not believe the man ejaculated. However, I never dry-cleaned the Donna Karan coatdress. It’s still hanging on the back of the door in my closet. Why were there no sales attendants in the lingerie department? Bergdorf Goodman’s perfections are so well known, it is a store so noble, so gracious, so clubby, so posh, that it is almost easier to accept the fact that I was attacked than the fact that, for a very brief period, there was no sales attendant in the lingerie department. Inconceivable is the word. Sometimes a person won’t find a sales attendant in Saks—it’s true—sometimes one has to look for a sales associate in Barneys, Bloomingdale’s, or even Tiffany’s; but 99 percent of the time, you will have an attendant in Bergdorf’s.
All I can say is, I did not—in this fleeting episode—see an attendant. And the other odd thing is that a dressing room door was open. In Bergdorf’s dressing room, doors are usually closed and locked until a client wants to try something on. Why haven’t I “come forward” before now? Receiving death threats, being driven from my home, being dismissed, being dragged through the mud, and joining the sixteen women who’ve come forward with credible stories about how the man grabbed, badgered, belittled, mauled, molested, and assaulted them only to see the man turn it around, deny, threaten, and attack them doesn’t sound like much fun. Also, I’m a coward. Have I suffered mental anguish, depression, anxiety, RTS (rape trauma syndrome), etc., due to the attack? Very little. It was a big event in my life, and very frightening, but the incident has left me strangely untouched. I was slightly disordered immediately after, yes. But I’ve always been blessed with resilience throughout my seven decades, and I only suffer when I think about what unbearable horrors other women may have suffered at his instigation. In fact, I’ve continued to shop at Bergdorf’s. Recently, I bought a pair of Ted Muehling earrings for Robbie Myers, the editor in chief of Elle, when she stepped down after seventeen years of running the magazine, and last week Bergdorf’s filled me to the brim with champagne while (Removed) and I whooped or groaned at my niece (removed) as she tried on wedding dresses—and the attack never entered my head. Indeed, before 2015, when the man began appearing in the papers and on TV daily, I rarely thought of it. When he forced himself on the notice of the entire nation, I, like everyone else, tweeted jokes about him, complained to friends that America was going to hell in a handbasket, and so on. I am fine. I can’t explain it, but I never suffered. If I feel any agony at all, it is when I think that what he did to me in that dressing room is what he is doing today to the country. So, now I will tell you what happened:
This is during the years I’m doing the daily Ask E. Jean TV show, a small hit on the network Roger Ailes starts, called America’s Talking, which soon becomes MSNBC. Bergdorf Goodman, the grand department store, has a side entrance on Fifty-eighth Street, and early one evening, I am going out the revolving door, and one of New York’s most famous men is coming in the revolving door, or it could have been a regular door at that time, I can’t recall,
and he says: “Hey, you’re that Advice Lady!” And I say to #20 on The Most Hideous Men of My Life List: “Hey, you’re that Real Estate Tycoon!” I am surprised at how good-looking he is. We have met once before and, perhaps it is the early evening light, but he looks prettier than ever. This has to be in the fall of 1995 or the spring of 1996, because he’s garbed in a faultless topcoat and I’m wearing my black wool Donna Karan coatdress and high heels, but not a coat. I don’t recall that I’m carrying shopping bags, so I must be—I can’t remember and am guessing—on my way out the door because I’m heading to Barneys to find whatever I can’t get at Bergdorf’s.
“Come advise me,” says the man. “I gotta buy a present.” “Oh!” I say, charmed. “For whom?” “A girl,” he says. “Don’t the assistants of your secretaries buy things like that?” I say. “Not this one,” he says. Or, perhaps, he says, “Not this time.” I can’t recall. He is a big talker, and from the instant we collide, he yammers about himself like he’s Alexander the Great ready to loot the city of Babylon. As we are standing just inside the door, I point to the handbags. “How about—” “No!” he says, making the face where he pulls up both lips like he’s balancing a spoon under his nose, and begins talking about how he once thought about buying Bergdorf’s. “Or … a hat!” I say, enthusiastically, walking toward the handbags, which, at the period I’m telling you about—and Bergdorf’s has been redone two or three times since 1995/96—are mixed in with, and displayed next to, the hats. “She’ll love a hat! You can’t go wrong with a hat!” I don’t remember what he says, but he comes striding along—greeting a Bergdorf sales attendant like he owns the joint and permitting a shopper to gape in awe at him, and goes right for a fur number. “Please,” I say. “No woman would wear a dead animal on her head!” What he replies I don’t recall, but I remember he coddles the fur hat like it’s a baby otter. “How old is the lady in question?” I say. “How old are you?” says the man, fondling the hat and looking at me like Louis Leakey carbon-dating a thighbone he’s found in Olduvai Gorge.
“I’ll tell you my age when you show me your tax return,” is what I wish I had said. It’s now the answer I give to men who ask how old my female friends are when I’m fixing them up on blind dates. So how old am I? If I have run into this man in the fall of 1995 after my birthday, which is December 12, or in the spring of 1996 (I’ve tried; I can’t pin it down any closer), my reply is: “Fifty-two.” “You’re so old!” he says, laughing, and it’s at about this point he drops the hat, looks across the store in the direction of the escalator, and says, “Lingerie!” So we stroll to the escalator. I don’t remember anybody else greeting him or galloping up to talk to him which indicates how very few people are in the store at the time. I have no recollection where lingerie is in the ’95/’96 Bergdorf’s, but it seems to me it is on a floor with the evening gowns and bathing suits, and when the man and I arrive—and my memory now is vivid—no one is present. There are two or three dainty boxes and a lacy, see-through bodysuit of lilac gray on the counter. The man snatches the bodysuit up and says: “Go try this on!”
“You try it on,” I say, laughing. “It’s your color.” “Try it on, come on,” he says, throwing it at me. “It goes with your eyes,” I say, laughing and throwing it back. “You’re in good shape,” he says, holding the filmy thing up against me. “I wanna see how this looks.” “But it’s your size,” I say, laughing and trying to slap him back with one of the boxes on the counter. “Come on,” he says, taking my arm. “Let’s put this on.” “This is gonna be hilarious,” I’m saying to myself—and as I write this, I am staggered by my stupidity. As we head to the dressing rooms, I’m laughing aloud and saying in my mind: I’m gonna make him put this thing on over his pants!
The moment the dressing room door is closed, he lunges at me, pushes me against the wall, bumping my head quite badly, and puts his mouth against my lips. I am so shocked, I shove him back and start laughing again. He seizes both my arms and pushes me up against the wall a second time, bumping my head, and, as I become aware of how large he is, he holds me against the wall with his shoulder and jams his hand under my coatdress and pulls down my tights. I am astonished by what I’m about to write: I keep laughing. The next moment, still wearing correct business attire, shirt, tie, suit jacket, overcoat, he opens the overcoat, unzips his pants, and, forcing his fingers around my private area, then thrusts his penis halfway—or completely, I’m not certain—inside me. It turns into a colossal struggle. I am too frightened to panic. I am wearing a pair of sturdy, black patent-leather, four-inch Barneys high heels. I try to stomp his foot. I try to push him off with my one free hand—for some reason I keep holding my purse with the other—and I finally get a knee up high enough to push him out and off, and I turn, open the door, and run out of the dressing room.
The whole episode lasts no more than two or three minutes. I don’t remember if any person or attendant is now in the lingerie department. I don’t remember if I run for the elevator or if I take the slow ride down on the escalator. As soon as I land on the main floor, I run through the store and out the door—I don’t recall which door—and find myself outside on Fifth Avenue.
And that’s it. I’ve never had sex with anybody ever again.
7 “So, have you had time to think?” I say, bumping into the young woman with blond-gold hair in front of the Angelica post office. “What Do We Need Men For?” “Nothing,” she says. “Nooooooothinnnnnnng!” warbles the little girl. “I like men,” says the young woman. “Oh!” I say. “Men have written great symphonies and painted great pictures. I just don’t think they should run everything.” “I like men,” says the young woman, “but anything I need them for, I can do myself.” “Can you fix your washing machine?” I ask. “No. I have to call a man.” “I watched three YouTube videos,” I say, “and fixed mine myself!” “See?” says the young woman. Up comes her chin. “That’s what I mean!” she says. “We don’t need ’em!” P.S. Re: The Garbage Can with Pet Lock: After I tossed Elsbeth in the trash, I started thinking of her shut inside with the discarded cat treat containers, forsaken shredded cheese packages, forlorn bread wrappers, dead Eucerin Intensive Repair jars, etc., etc., with her little trunk raised up, crying, her beautiful headdress of gold tassels being tossed about, and I could not stand it! I retrieved her and put her high up on the top shelf of the bookcase, where she is now quite happy. P.P.S. Instead of blackberry pie, I bought a pizza to split with Lewis. I forgot to get Lisa’s present. XII
Now I have to tell you about my own story about how women can be so gullible...until we realize!!! So E. Jean Carroll put a page up on Facebook. I always check to see if an author I've read and reviewed are there and I give them a copy of my review if they had not requested the review... I enjoyed the book, loving her interactions and discussions about whether women actually need men... So I was commenting a lot that day on her page. And then went on to my next book...
I then got a message directly and the writer (you guessed it--it wasn't E.Jean) started talking to me, thanking me for my review and comments, etc. Well, I was flattered... Not only did I have great sympathy for her being attacked by the only man I despise starting with the infamous video... but I was a little starstruck... LOL
Anyway, we shared some messages on FB-- normal type of getting to know you...then I was asked to get another communication tool since I was told she knew she could trust me, but wanted to talk about something private... Ok I was dumb enough to get the program and loaded it on my desktop where I normally work... and we began to talk more... Then I was told that she wanted me to help her decide how to spend the millions she would be getting... I began to wonder, but kept on interacting...alert by this time...and then I cornered the person finally and got a confession that the individual wanted to be my friend, etc. I thought at that time I might know who it was but didn't bother further... I closed out the discussion, deleted the program from my computer...
...and immediately wanted to talk to E. Jean... Just kidding... Yes, she's an advice columnist, or was, but I'm pretty savvy normally that I don't get caught in those types of problems... Hey, I did love her book--it is soooo funny! Hope you check it out! In any event, a final warning... always be alert with contacts made online... Who knows. it might be the president who is on the prowl...
Accountability... As you may have guessed by now, I am quite fed up these days about the fact that the incoming president has gotten away with so many criminal actions that everybody knows what this man is all about--money, power...and use of sex... I am reminded about a comment from a chairman of Political Science with whom I worked related to student registration and classroom scheduling. He had started talking about some politician who was in the news about something or other...sex... I flippantly commented that happens so often with men in America... He looked at me and said, "But, don't you think those in the government should be above any activities that are criminal in nature if they are in control of our money--our lives? (I've expanded this statement to cover the discussion thereafter) It was a learning experience for me. Here is a man who teaches and directs the activities of those who are learning and planning to work in public service, and he considered it part of his role in letting it be known that the moral character of those we elect is the most important thing to be considered.
How I wish more citizens would think about that... But, more, yesterday I talked about a need to do something about the 1st Amendment and putting some restraints on it, especially for those in public service! Do You Agree? Leave a comment, I'd be happy to talk about it...
The funeral for former President Carter is beginning today, but I wanted to share an earlier video. I wanted to point out one major fact. He was a Christian who led a life of service. He lost his second term in office to Ronald Reagan... I've been reading about the comparison between the productivity of these two in office. Interesting reading if you want to start learning about exactly what the republican party has done for America...in comparison to the other party... Just my opinion of course... I hope you all are aware that President Carter and his wife, when he was not reelected, immediately moved on to further serve the world as God led him... Think about it...what did Trump do when he lost his second term in 2020? A world of difference... Actions speak louder than words, don't they?
Took a lunch break and finished watching The Last Word... I was excited to learn and wanted to help let people know that two Black women have been elected into the Senate of Congress! This will be ONLY three who will have served. Folks, I think I know why Biden chose to pull back from his second term, aside from the fact that some of his own party were worried...I think he wanted to get the logical next president into office--Kamala Harris. And, folks, I want to share my real concern about the undercurrent of white supremacy still going on in America... It is quite clear that part of the issue with the border is the fact that all immigrants coming in from the south border are non-white... Recently, the issue of VISAS came up and a dispute with Elon Musk holding one side of the issue that he claims he will fight for having visas used to bring any technically-trained individuals into America... Maybe I'm the only one that remembers that Trump, when talking about immigrants, was quick to point out that he would welcome those with expertise needed for America--and also preferably from Switzerland and other "white" people countries... I hope you also know that when he and his father was renting apartments in New York that he was sued for trying to keep Blacks out of their buildings... Yeah, I call that racist all his life, no matter what anybody else says...
On the other hand, I remember what was said when the bridge on the East Coast was demolished... It was immigrant laborers who worked night and day to get that project down in record time... This is just one example that can be told!
Just for a lighter closeout since I've been getting into some "deep" issues, I found this video which seems to be very well done... by an excellent presenter! Note that, the video has sections by which you can review specific issues! Very scientific... And, by the way, you may recall from The Light of the World, the author states that Joshua is a better interpretation of Jesus' name...This video explains this and confirms that Joshua in the Bible also uses the same spelling... Isn't it wonderful just how much you can find out if you start...
READING! LOL
God Bless
Gabby
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