Saturday, March 31, 2012




Lunacy recognizes lunacy....
Pink floyd...
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me ‘till I’m sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There’s someone in my head but it’s not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you’re in starts playing different tunes
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon

“I can’t think of anything to say except...
I think it’s marvellous! HaHaHa!”

Former Vice President Al Gore and Joel Hyatt, the heads of Current TV, have just fired their star anchorman, Keith Olbermann, who previously left MSNBC on bad terms. Gore and Hyatt released a statement saying that “the values of respect, openness, collegiality, and loyalty to our viewers . . . are no longer reflected in our relationship with Keith Olbermann and we have ended it.”

According to Talking Points Memo, insiders say Olbermann missed almost half his working days in January and February and insisted on taking an unauthorized vacation day the day before Super Tuesday.

Here is a statement Olbermann just issued. I’d call it going ballistic, albeit in writing:

(Excerpt) Read more at ...



Friday, March 30, 2012


The Unseen Message of The Hunger Games

By William Ward

Though the liberal media and leftist Hollywood are wrapping themselves in The Hunger Games, the book series' pro-individualism, anti-socialist/communist/totalitarianism message has thus far eluded them -- but the legions of children reading the books are getting the message.

When I learned that my teenage sons -- macho young lads, to be sure -- were suddenly captivated by a book series featuring a 16-year-old female protagonist, I was intrigued, to say the least -- intrigued enough to read the books myself. As I progressed through the story, I found myself checking and re-checking the cover several times to make sure the author wasn't Ayn Rand.

Now that the first film of the series is in theaters, I'm reading lots of appraisals in the press which have suggested more of an Occupy Wall Street slant on the story: "[T]he corrupting force of power and privilege, the inhumanity of the mob, and how both conspire to make people do the unthinkable."

For those of you unfamiliar with the story, it chronicles a futuristic American society which has fallen under the grip of a brutal totalitarian communist government. Those connected with government live a life of wasteful opulence at the expense of the population, which has been sectioned off into impoverished fenced-in districts charged with producing the raw materials to sustain the capital. When children reach working age, their jobs are assigned to them, and compliance is enforced through the withholding of food rations and, ultimately, the hangman's noose. Ever-present are government "peacekeepers" charged with the surveillance of the people in an constant search for seditionists.

The author is starkly clear in this anti-oppressive government premise, and at no time during the reading of the books are you left with any sense this is a greedy rich vs. righteous poor tale. No, this series is about the children of a once-free American culture wrestling their own destiny back from the iron grip of government totalitarianism.

Last night, my youngest son came to me with a topic his history teacher had thrown out for discussion in class regarding communism. My son asked me to explain communism to him. I told him that in America's capitalist form of government, free-market prices determine everything from how much food we need to which careers people would pursue. This fosters a sense of self-directed destiny among the people and ultimately a free society. Communism is the exact opposite: the absence of free-market prices necessitates groups of people who make up something called central planning committees, which try to guess the needs of the people instead. When they guess wrong, people starve from a lack of food while excess iron rusts on the docks. This fosters desperation among the people, and the government responds with violence and imprisonment in an attempt to thwart revolutions.

His response: "No, Dad, that's The Hunger Games..."

Rest assured: Hollywood can spin this any way they wish, but the upcoming generations reading the books are getting the true message loud and clear.


An Egyptian court has ordered the government to ban pornographic Internet websites in order to protect society and its values.

Keep reading…the Muzbots are SERIOUS

I GET IT!...So it's okay to screw the family goat as long as you're a Muslim over 18, but not okay to tape it on your cell phone and share the video with other adult Muslim goat lovers on youtube!


His failure to respond to three letters sent to the White House was because there was no "political value" and not worthy of a few minutes of his time.

They spoke out as teenager Shawn Tyson began a life sentence after being found guilty of the murder of James Cooper and James Kouzaris last April.

The 17 year old, who shot the men as they begged for their lives, will die in prison.





American society is being torn to shreds with not a bit of concern expressed by President Obama

Roger L Simon: Obama, the Democrats, and The Society for the Preservation of Racism "The reason is evident. Increasingly, racism – and more generally the division of our country into racial and ethnic interest groups — is all the Democrats have. The rest of liberal/leftist ideology is disintegrating all around them, as fragile and illusory as the welfare state itself.

"Without racism – or more exactly the putative existence of racism – the Democratic Party would be an association of overpaid trade union executives, unemployed Occupy movement sympathizers and trial lawyers. In other words – mighty small."

'Kill Zimmerman' Twitter account launched "The account probably won't survive the day, but it is illustrative of the extreme level of hatred on the left generated by this tragedy. And, of course, the double standard of "civility" that the left constantly uses when whining about the political discourse in America." Extreme language.
I think we can be sure these people are Obama voters. Can you imagine what they would do around this country if Obama was, oh, say impeached for something or perhaps lost the next election by a very narrow margin. Imagine the violence if the next election went for the Republican the way the Gore-Bush election did. TD

Neal Boortz: Are you freaking kidding me? Skittles should donate profits? ...."After all, the ruler of this country has spoken out against the profit motive and has gone to great lengths to cast business profits as an evil plague on mankind. That’s what Marxists do."...

From Black Quill and Ink: Insider Warned Us – Obama’s Racial Division Plan Now Underway "With a major dip in the polls and his health care bill in real jeopardy of being overturned, Obama is becoming desperate to win reelection. His secret weapon…RACE RIOTS AND CIVIL UNREST."
"The race card, the racial thing – whatever it’s gonna be called, it is the number one asset this administration believes it has to win in 2012. Their own polling data has shown that to be true over and over again. But how far are they willing to push that? Race. The charges of racism? I believe all the way if they have to. And they are gonna get people stirred up. And if Barack Obama doesn’t win re-election, watch them stand back while the riots break out, and watch them mouth the words “Burn baby burn.” "
Milton Reid , blogging at Black Quill & Ink

Wednesday, March 28, 2012





Barack Obama made one of the most irresponsible comments any American president has ever uttered about race when he said that if he had a son, "he'd look like Trayvon."

The President was referring to Trayvon Martin, the black Florida teenager shot and killed by neighborhood watch captain George Zimmerman in late February. The details of the case are still murky, although the police report indicates that far from committing an unprovoked "execution," as black radicals were quick to claim, Zimmerman himself had been attacked by Trayvon Martin and was likely acting in self defense. The facts of exactly happened on that fateful Florida afternoon will gradually emerge over the next few weeks. But this much is already clear—Barack Obama has lent the prestige of his office to the insinuation that this death came about solely and simply because of "American racism", and therefore, has forfeited any claim to be the great healer and uniter he postured as when he first ran for the Presidency.

Everyone who has a son or daughter should be concerned about this loss of life. But in that reckless comment about Trayvon Martin, the President dealt a whole deck of race cards. He became part of a narrative which led to school shut-downs and mass marches by enraged African Americans and death threats by Black Panther thugs. He enabled race hustlers and shake down artists like Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton to reclaim the nation's front pages with their warmed over charges that racism is "worse than ever." Instead of putting out a fire, Obama chose to act as arsonist in chief. In a cynical effort to energize the black voters who voted for him by a 98% margin four years ago, he willingly gave cover to the demagogues who are absolutely addicted to the idea that America is a racist society and who cannot live with the possibility that the U.S. is now or ever will be a nation where "race," which once counted for everything, now counts for very little.

Fortunately, the Freedom Center sees straight through the President's political games. Since the President has chosen to open a Pandora's Box of racial division, FrontPageMagazine—our daily website—will not only follow the Trayvon Martin story in the complicated course it is bound to take, but also begin an ambitious journalistic project on the "Obama Administration's New Racism." As part of this series of investigative articles, we will examine the efforts of the Obama advisors to inject race into the upcoming presidential election. We will analyze the ways in which his administration has tried to breathe life into the discredited idea of affirmative action by leaning on colleges to "get creative with diversity." Perhaps most importantly, we will portray the ways in which Obama's attorney general has imposed a racial agenda on the Justice Department. Your immediate tax-deductible contribution of $25, $50, $100 or more will fund this effort and help us show all of America that it's President Obama and his administration, not us, who are inciting racism.

Musing with mock profundity on this tragic event, Obama said that "all of us have to do some soul searching." In this, at least, the President was right. And his own inward look should begin with the fact that he himself, better situated than any President before him to speak honestly about how color blind America has become, has instead allowed his administration to continue to perpetuate divisive myths about America's ongoing racial guilt. From his shameful involvement in the Professor Louis Gates "racial profiling" fiasco to the criminal misconduct of his Attorney General Eric Holder's mishandling of the case of voter intimidation by Black Panther "poll watchers," Obama is presiding over an administration that pushes race in our face rather than putting it behind us.

You may already know my opinion about the Trayvon Martin case from the article I wrote about it for FrontPageMagazine the minute the President made his disgraceful comment. I took a different stance from the mainstream media, which followed the Obama's subliminal narrative of "more American racism," because the Freedom Center's job is reporting the truth, even if it is controversial or upsetting. I have been a civil rights activist my entire life and I am not afraid to speak the truth about race in America—truths that the liberal media have strangled with politically correct clichés. This much I know for sure: it is the Obama administration, not America, that is guilty of racism.

Will you help the Freedom Center show the rest of America what we already know by supporting FrontPageMagazine's "Obama Administration's New Racism" project? Please follow this link right away to make the most generous, tax-deductible contribution you can afford today.

With his comments on the Trayvon Martin case, Barack Obama has helped poison the political atmosphere in our country. Your help is critical for the Freedom Center to fight back against the White House's effort to paint America as a country in which bigotry and hate is on a rampage. Please donate today so the Freedom Center can meet President Obama and the racial demagogues he has unleashed head on. Thank you in advance for your continued support.


David Horowitz

President & Founder

Tuesday, March 27, 2012


Posted at the Tunnel Wall  

Here are some African-American Columnists and conservative blogs TW links to:
Armstrong Williams
Star Parker
Mychal Massie
LaShawn Barber
Thomas Sowell
These are just a few; we are always looking for more. TD

More at the Tunnel Wall

Manipulator-in-Chief isn't admired by all: Former NAACP leader accuses Sharpton and Jackson of ‘exploiting’ Trayvon Martin

Posted at the Tunnel Wall
"“His family should be outraged at the fact that they’re using this child as the bait to inflame racial passions,” Rev. C.L. Bryant said in a Monday interview with The Daily Caller.
"The conservative black pastor who was once the chapter president of the Garland, Texas NAACP called Jackson and Sharpton “race hustlers” and said they are “acting as though they are buzzards circling the carcass of this young boy.”"

Are we to re-live this?  Picture this: hordes of people descending on stores, looting them while being filmed carrying off millions of dollars of merchandise; businesses being burned and emergency personnel being shot at. Black areas of town left devastated and blackened; stores left shuttered and empty for years and unemployment in those areas skyrocketing.
Then will come blame from the Jackson's, Sharpton's, Waters, Farrakhan's and their like saying businesses will not come into those same areas because of "racism". What sane business would ever risk a fortune opening up in these violence-prone areas when one single incident could cause all they had there to be destroyed, with area politicians calling it a justified rebellion

The Tunnel Dweller.

Much more on this at the Tunnel Wall


White ribbons in America. Will Russians march in solidarity with us?

By Dr. Orly Taitz

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AP photo

In the US we've watched protests in Russia, claims of elections fraud and white ribbons of solidarity with dissidents.

But what about the United States of America? The irony is that we, all 311 million Americans are victims of the biggest fraud in the history of this nation. Specifically, this is the fraud committed by one, Barack Hussein Obama. Unfortunately, the level of corruption among our governmental bureaucrats and judges and heavily censored and manipulated puppet US "main stream" (or truly backwater) media is enormous. Even with the undeniable evidence of fraud committed by Obama, we are yet to get a court ruling removing him from the ballot and prosecuting him to the full extent of the law for elections fraud, use of a computer generated forgery, claiming it to be a true and correct copy of his valid birth certificate, use of a stolen Social Security number and hiding his identity under the last name Soetoro and Soebarkah.

Well, I better start from the beginning. As Obama started running for the US Presidency, I could tell that much of what he was saying did not ring true and did not check out.

Probably the most troubling was the fact that he is using a Social Security number assigned to another individual.

In the United States the Social Security numbers were assigned by the states. The first 3 digits of the number that Obama is using, (042) were assigned to the state of Connecticut. Obama was never a resident of Connecticut and there is no legitimate reason for him to have this number.

I can disclose this number and make it public in this article for two reasons:

1. Inadvertently Obama himself made it public when he published his tax returns on line and did not flatten the PDF file. Thousands of individuals around the world opened the file using Adobe Illustrator program and got the number 042-68-4425.

2. We know that this number was assigned to a resident of Connecticut born in 1890. (If you believe that Obama is that person, you can stop reading this article, as nothing will get through to you anyways.)

In my research I was able to secure assistance of three licensed investigators: retired Scotland Yard senior officer Neil Sankey, licensed investigator Susan Daniels and recently retired senior Deportation Officer John Sampson. All of them searched different national databases, which are routinely used by licensed investigators and attorneys and came to the same conclusion: Barack Hussein Obama, President of the United States and commander in Chief does not have a valid Social Security number. National databases showed his name linked to several Social Security numbers, none of which was issued in the state of Hawaii, where he grew up. The number that Obama used more often for most of his life, is a Connecticut Social Security number issued to a resident of Connecticut, whose date of birth shows as 1890. This was the same number that Obama posted on his tax returns: 042-68-4425.

I personally ran Obama's registration with the selective service with the military. I entered Obama's name, date of birth and the Social that Obama posted on line with his tax returns. It showed that indeed with yet another governmental agency Obama used this Connecticut Social Security number 042-68-4425.

Later a researcher by name Linda Jordan ran this number through E-verify, official Social Security verification service. It showed no match between the number and the name Barack Obama.

As I was conducting 21 law suits challenging Obama, I was getting thousands of e-mails and comments on my website Among thousands of e-mails were documents that came from concerned citizens from all of the country. Those documents showed more and more evidence of fraud committed by Obama and more and more evidence of unprecedented corruption in the top echelons of power in all three branches of the government and corruption among our manipulated media executives.

I received an e-mail from a retired US air force colonel. Colonel Gregory Hollister ran yet another governmental Social Security Number Verification Service, SSNVS. It showed that the number Obama is using in his tax returns and selective service documents was never issued to Barack Obama.

I watched the hype media reports about Obama. One of them was an evening report with Katie Couric, who purports to be a top reputable journalist. The report showed Obama's old school in Indonesia. It showed his school records, where Obama was listed as a citizen of Indonesia going under the last name of his step father Lolo Soetoro. The same Katie Couric, who did her best to show the Republican Sarah Palin in a negative light, was just sitting there, staring at the screen without ever posing a question: "What is Obama's citizenship status? Is it America or Indonesian? What is his legal last name?"

Couric just put on her blinders and dutifully took her place in the line of entertainment elite executives and "luminaries", waiting to enter the White House and enjoy lavish parties. She was standing in line to kiss the feet of the liberal Democrat messiah, instead of waiting in line to ask some hard questions, choosing to sweep under the rug those pesky questions of Obama's Indonesian citizenship, a name, which was not legally his, lack of a valid birth certificate and so many other unanswered important questions. Our entertainment elite who calls itself "progressive", ended up being one of the most oppressive, repressive regime propaganda machines. Very few were reporting a word of truth about Obama and so many of them were complicit to the biggest case of fraud, forgery and treason in the US history.

On May 2, 2011 I was scheduled to argue my case in front of the 9thth Circuit Court of Appeals to hear the case. At the same time Donald Trump was raising concerns on Obama's eligibility and Obama's lack of a valid long form birth certificate. Obama's approval ratings started dropping like a rock. By the end of April 2011 nearly half of Americans did not believe Obama had valid identification papers and they wanted to see those papers released. Circuit court of Appeals. I was the first attorney to get any hearings in open court on Obama's case. By 2009 I was able to reach the 9

Obama had to do something. On April 27th, only a few days before the hearing in the 9th Circuit Obama released what he called a copy of his long form birth certificate. As I looked at it, I should see right away that it was a crude forgery, not even a good one. I remembered other long form birth certificates from 1961. Those were on white paper with sighs of aging, had a readily detectable seal, the document had defined borders. What Obama provided was obviously a joke. The paper was different, there were no signs of aging, no defined borders, letters and numbers were of different fonts and sizes.

As I was invited to the interviews on TV and radio, I was viciously attacks. On May 1 in the evening, only a few hours before my hearing in the 9th circuit and only 3 days after Obama released his alleged birth certificate, Obama appeared on national TV looking mighty Presidential and announced that he captured Osama Bin Laden. Surprisingly Bin Ladin was not sent to Guantanamo for interrogation, to get information about his vast military network, but rather he was immediately shot in the head and thrown overboard to feed some marine life. Celebration started, next morning I was arguing my case in the environment of the national hysteria. Donald Trump with all his millions or billions simply retreated. Many attorneys, who were involved in this fight, gave up and decided to turn to something else, as they felt helpless to go against this corrupt establishment.

I was watching everything that was going on around me and I felt like I was in the Germany in the early 30s. I would wake up in the middle of the night with nightmares. While the iron curtain was lifted in the Eastern Europe, the iron curtain of the most oppressive and the most illegitimate regime descended on the United States. I could barely stand the heavy load of everything thrown at me, the barrage of assaults, insults, tampering with my car, attacks on my family, attacks on my children. Some were saying: do you need the truth more than others? Is it worth it? Do you really believe you can win this David and Golliath fight? My answer to that was "Remember who won the David and Goliath fight?"

My perseverance started to bear fruit. Soon I received reports from a number of experts: Douglas Vogt, Felicito Papa, John Sampson. All of them were confirming that Obama's alleged birth certificate was a forgery. In January of 2012 for the first time in the U.S. history I was able to issue a valid, court confirmed subpoena for the US President (or should I say someone usurping this position) to appear in court and provide his valid identification papers. Obama filed a motion to quash my subpoena. His motion was denied by a judge. Obama had to appear, however he was a no-show. It became crystal clear to everybody in the courtroom that he and his attorney, Michael Jablonski, did not show up for trial, as they have nothing to show. Obama does not have any valid identification papers. On March 1, 2012 I was fully vindicated, as sheriff Joe Arpaio of Maricopa county, Arizona confirmed all of my findings, confirmed that Obama is indeed a fraud, who is using forged identification papers.

On March 9 it was announced that I qualified as a Republican candidate for the US Senate running in the primary. Recent polling by the most respectable Rasmussen-Pulse public opinion poll show me leading all of the other GOP and other challengers to California senator Diane Feinstein. While corrupt party establishment threw their support and money behind another candidate, Washington lobbyist Emken, I was getting support of the public, while the establishment puppet Emken was running dead last with only 1-2% of the vote. Of course, in our heavily rigged elections everything is possible and I would not put anything past our corrupt establishment, however so far so good, I am moving along and inching towards victory.

Shortly, on April 16 2012, 9 am I will appear before a special judge, R Kenneth Coleman in the first Circuit court in Jackson, Mississippi. This will be more than just another trip, another one of over 50 grueling trips around the country in pursuit of this case. Now I have a confirmation of all of my findings by one of the most respected sheriffs in the country. I always said: "Obama needs to win every fight of eligibility, I have to win only once". The fight continues and I hope to win this fight soon.

For years Russians looked at the US as the beacon of Democracy and freedom. Today, in the dark days of illegitimate regime of the paperless crook Barack Hussein Obama, Americans are looking at Russians and other freedom loving people around the world and hoping for support in their struggle for freedom.

Now there are white ribbons in America. Will Russians march in solidarity with us?

To be continued...

All of the pleadings and supporting documents can be found on Dr. Taitz web page

Dr. Orly Taitz, ESQ

Leading Republican candidate for the US senate in CA 2012

Дмитрий Судаков

Monday, March 26, 2012


By Penny Alesi

Jack Idema passed on January 21, 2012. I had known he was dying for quite some time. Remember, he infected me with the same viruses he ultimately died of. His followers all said I was a liar, his blood was perfect, he was in great health, etc. Even he denied it. But none of that matters now. I knew Jack; the people that have been writing about him now do not know him the way I did.

In fact, some of them didn't even meet him and talked to him only on the phone a couple of times, if that. And the ones that did know him, may have met him once or twice, and then there's the other group that knew him before 2007. I NEVER see or hear about 2007 on, and Mexico from anyone but me. And I get that. People need their opinions & views to hold onto what their hero was in their own minds. Just as some individuals feel that lashing out at anyone that contradicts their views is justified, no matter how much fiction they believe.

Everyone has a private & a public personality. What I am going to do is what he asked me to do in our final conversation. But, I am getting ahead of myself here. Let me start by giving a summary of our life together when it was good. Jack & I started conversing while he was in Kabul in jail 2005. When he was getting ready to leave Pulacharki, he sent Nina the dog to the States for me to take care of. I got her in June 2007 and had her living with me until I took her to Mexico at the end of September 2007. Jack & I stayed in Cancun, Puerto Aventuras, finally Bacalar (4 1/2 hours from Cancun in the jungle with only 1 road in and out of). From 2007 till 2010, I flew to Mexico more than 14x, staying various lengths of time, the longest being March-Sept. 2009 when I took my 3 cats with me to live.

Our life in Bacalar was bizarre. He was terrified of snakes & spiders; I loved them. Whenever one would be killed he would shove it in the freezer. There was quite a collection of them and he would take them out if company came to show & tell. He loved swords. When we got married, he gave me a sword as a wedding gift. We would go in the backyard and mock fight. Of course, he was an expert at it, but all I did was mutilate the bushes. So he played alone. I remember how it used to irritate me that he would pick out my daily outfits and how I would go to his side of the closets and say "what's it gonna be today? Black, black or black?".

The night he wanted me to watch some insane Russian documentary with Chinese Moldavian sub-titles. He kept translating the sub-titles to me in English and kept pausing the DVD to do it. After nearly 3 hours of this, I was exhausted. I suggested he might want to see if he could change the translation menu on the DVD. He adjusted it on the DVD, and then burst into hysterical laughter with me & and we just couldn't stop laughing so we had to stop the movie altogether! The time we took Nina to the local carnival & put her on a kiddie ride & then we took cheesy photos at one of the booths.

The constant translation problems we had with the staff were always a headache. One time he was furious that Nina did not have any chicken left in the frig, so he sent one of the workers out to get fresh chicken, 4 of them so she could have one for dinner and the other 3 he would freeze. 2 hours went by & he was over the top pissed. Finally the guy came back shouting to us from the kitchen. When we went downstairs there were 4 live chickens running around the room! He was livid! Or the time he sent one of the bodyguards to start the pontoon boat for us to go out on the lake. He, Nina & I got on the boat went around the lake & then the boat just died. The engine was clogged & we were screwed because the bodyguard started the boat but took the key. So here we were stuck out on the lake with no cell phones and we stayed out there for 3 hours until we finally flagged down another boat to get us help. That bodyguard was fired!

We were super tanned though! We were complete partners in love, business, & in life; I thought. We spent virtually every moment together when I was there. I saw & knew everything as time went on. So many memories. The good were as good as it got, but the bad, were worse than I could ever put into words. Because, in reality as good as those times were, they were a facade. And the bad times were many.

I did everything I could for him. I oversaw the ill-fated boat business, took control of Isabeau Dakota, was in charge of the women who took control of the Ultimate Pet Resort Dec.2008 through August 2009. I took his Dad to Mexico to see him, which didn't go well, as well as taking care of his ailing father when he was in 3 different hospitals in Poughkeepsie. The elder Mr. Idema & I were close and I respected him. I hired a nursing care service for him. When his father passed, I took care of the wake, funeral & burial. I went to court in Poughkeepsie to fight for him over his father and a will. I was involved in Star Aviation making up fliers & getting ready for the shows that were going on. I proof-read and helped organize documents for all the lawsuits he was writing to hand off to his lawyers to fight in court. I was his mouth piece in Mexico whenever he got in trouble----which was all the time.

After his car accident in Sept. 2009, I bathed him & fed him & helped him get up out of his wheelchair & wheeled him around everywhere. Fought all his enemies while he was in the hospital which was non-stop. I was in charge of the Mexican staff, which included lawn people, bodyguards & maids. Did all his food shopping because he never wanted to leave the compound. Did all the other errands, with my bodyguard, including taking the jeep to Chetumal for service. My main job basically was to fix ALL problems. If there were electricity, phone, Internet, air conditioners broken, or water problems; I had to have them fixed. I put up with the constant stream of men, hookers & trannies that he entertained.

The men involved with him in dealing weapons and drugs were horrible but were always around. I was present at all these meetings and was his confidant in all the businesses he was involved in. Even the ones I was strongly against, I just kept my mouth shut & sat there. The entire time I was in Mexico I never saw any of the ruins, beaches, or any of the sights one would see on vacation. My view of Mexico was the long rides to & fro Cancun and from the windows of the compound. Except for the occasions I went out with my bodyguards to do stuff for him. A couple of times my bodyguard & I would stop at the local library or take longer in the stores just so I could have a break. Thank god for my bodyguards & my maids.

There were no clocks, radios, or regular TV in the house. The only movies watched were from his collection & his choice. I had the Internet but because of where we were it was sporadic at best. My music was my only salvation. He wouldn't allow it on the stereo, but I had my headset so I was all set. My biggest problem would be to try to keep him focused so he could work and finish the cases and his book that he was working on. We were organizing his notes for the book but he had the attention of a nanosecond & would go off & get involved in some other project. He could never work on anything specific for long stretches of time. Mostly because he was either too high or too drunk to function. He'd get up late & stay up all night. He would go on drug/sex binges that lasted for days.

The lawyers would be trying to call him and all the calls would be forwarded to his Skype number. The rages he would go into were scary. He was obsessed with the yard. Planting trees, shrubs, flowers and moving the sprinklers constantly so the color green of the grass would be equal. He had deadlines he could never make. I would see him in the yard screaming & throwing things at the workers because the walls needed to be higher and they weren't pouring the cement properly. Then he would sit there with his Corona/Vodka studying them because he was convinced an attack was coming on us and he had to make sure they were doing the wall properly and not making mistakes.

One time he was supposed to be handling the plane fiasco (it had crash landed in Pennsylvania) but instead he thought he needed to change every door knob & lock in the house because somebody was coming to get us. We both slept with guns under our pillows and he would do random drills with me & Nina so we would be "prepared and ready to fight". We had surveillance cameras & alarms everywhere. In the middle of the night one time I got up to go get some juice, set off one of the alarms & he came running at me in the dark with a gun and a sword. Unbelievable but all true.

Another time he was supposed to be on the phone with the lawyers & the real estate people regarding selling the Poughkeepsie house. Instead, he decided he wanted to build a special shelf for the alcohol bottles. For 8 days he worked on every detail on that shelf. I kept telling him people were calling & they needed answers. He would just ignore me and ask me how the shelf looked. I can't count the times, I would have to sit with him and go over the lies & stories he told everyone so our stories would jive. People in Mexico were under the assumption that he was flying back & forth to the States for business. The reality was he would never come back to the States until he was certain there was not a sealed indictment against him for being a war criminal. The last time he stepped on U.S. soil was way back in 2004.

As always, I kept up the facade for him & the lies kept coming. I was sick to my stomach of all the lies. In the midst of all this craziness, as much as it bothered me, I kept it up and became his enabler. Making life worse for both of us. Jack had so much potential & intelligence but the drugs and alcohol were destroying his mind and making him completely delusional. I kept praying that the Jack I read about & saw photos of pre-2007 would re-emerge and life would become normal. I blamed his twisted personality on Pulacharki and what happened in the beginning of his stay there. I made excuses for him and I was wrong to do that. I convinced myself that this wasn't so bad & he would change & the situation would get better. Like I stated above, everyone has a private & public personality. In public, I would defend his every word and action, but in private behind closed doors, we would have horrible fights. He could be in a great mood, then all of a sudden he snapped. A phone or glass would go flying. He was always mad at someone and he was never to blame. One of his lawyers said to me once "all he remembers is what we didn't do, not everything we did to to help him" how true a statement that was. Almost like, I'm having such a good time nothing bad could ever happen. Those moments and incidents that never quite seemed right and instead of questioning---I just put them on the back burner of my mind.

All the things that didn't quite fit-----suddenly did. The seesaw of good & bad times was no longer equal. The bad overruled the good to such an extreme I began to scrutinize even the good times because I started to realize what a Garden of Eden I was in. That was when it hit me how stupid I was and I just wanted to block it out of my mind. All the lies that led up to the final blow were so overwhelming I became numb. I couldn't tell anyone then because I was certain no one would believe me. I had been destroyed---financially, physically, emotionally, verbally, mentally and medically. He intentionally made me a walking bio-hazard and deliberately kept it from me so I wouldn't leave him and our business dealings. I had admired & loved him so much and kept hoping the man I thought I knew would fix this all; instead of me always doing all the fixing. He kept promising me things would change---they did, they got worse.

Jack had always been portrayed as a macho warrior. I had admired him way back when and saw him on Imus & thought so highly of the way he spoke & carried himself. When my illusion of him was finally shattered (I will not go into the specifics) I realized how unbelievable it all seemed and I was sure everyone would think me insane by saying anything. I was in so deep and I was scared. All I knew was that I had to get out of the situation.

On July 30, 2010, I filed charges against Jack in Chetumal, Mexico. I left Mexico never to return on August 1, 2010. Our breakup was devastating on more levels than I knew existed. Any time a relationship comes to an end it's rough. In our case, it was brutal because there was so much residual madness attached to it, which was made even worse by all the people who had to get involved adding more layers of stress. My infected blood boils every time I think of what Jack and his followers did to my family, friends and me. I have good days where I can function 6 or so hours a day.

Then I have my bad days, where I have 3-4 hours a day I can function. My worst days are spent in bed just listening to music because of the glaring, non-stop headaches and pain. Not to mention my eyesight is only half of what it used to be. So am I pissed? Very much so. To pretend otherwise would make me a liar. The one thing I have to point here is that all I ever wanted was for the truth to come out, and justice that is it. I never wanted any money, or I never would have quick-deeded a building for $10 bucks. Unlike the other exes, I never received any lavish vacations, jewelry, dinners, clothing, etc. I never wanted it, none of that stuff mattered to me. All I wanted was for Jack, Nina, the cats & me to be a family and have no drama just peace.

I never sold my story and I had offers. I never filed a lawsuit against Idema or his lawyers for what they did to me. I never sued any of the bloggers that posted lewd photos of me and lied about me on the Internet any chance they could. I never put a lien on any of his assets or took any of them to court for being involved in all of the fraudulent activities they did to me by putting my name on documents so that they could use me to hide money. I never revealed the drugs/arms sources that I was aware of. Even when they all harassed & intimidated me.

They went after my family and friends and forced me into silence & solitude. They took my life and everything I had. I have only reacted to their actions and they still continue to this day. Jack forged his medical results & fooled everyone into thinking he was not ill. He was a careless, alcoholic, drug addicted bi-sexual who was infecting men & women with AIDS because he was in denial. I now believe that he himself was so delusional that he believed all his lies. Even to the point where his life before Mexico was all fiction, but yet right up to the end, he & his disciples still think it's fact.

In February 2011, Jack began having an affair with Elaine Roach. She & her husband, Tony, lived a few houses down from us on the Costera. In April 2011, she left her husband to live with Jack in Casa Arabi. Since I returned to the States the year before, I stayed in contact with the Mexican friends I had made there. They kept me up to date with everything that was going on constantly. I had told Elaine all about the HIV, but Jack told everyone I was a psychotic liar & had his forged results out there for everyone to view. With all of Idema's assets in the States dwindling and him being cut off from the drug/arms funding because he had become a liability to his sources, he was broke. Elaine funded him during this time and she was getting ill herself.

In August 2012, Idema was past full blown. He was getting purple lesions and told everyone it was an allergy. Around the beginning of December, Idema was out of control and the drug use was taking a toll on Elaine. She was starting to have a meltdown and couldn't take it. Then the week of January 5, 2012 she went through some files & found out the truth. A heated argument between them ensued and on January 6, 2012, she left Mexico for Canada

Monday, January 9, 2012, Maureen from the Mexican Consulate in Merida, Mexico, called me & told me Jack was taken by ambulance to a hospital in Chetumal and that he was suffering from pneumonia resulting from advanced HIV/AIDS. She wanted to know what to do with his remains. I said cremation but she still had other calls to make. Early January 10, I got a call from one of my friends in Mexico telling me Jack escaped from the hospital and wanted to die at the house. This friend also told me that Jack wanted to talk with me and please call him.

I couldn't imagine why he would want to talk with me because of all the drama he & I were going through and I knew we were not on good terms to say the least. The last time we had spoke was in February of 2011, which was mostly him screaming at me, calling me names and blaming me for all the misery in his life. So I wasn't thinking that there was much of a reason for him to want to speak with me unless he had more yelling to do.

But I called anyway. The Jack that answered the phone was a person that I never spoke with. No yelling, no cursing, just a very weak voice that was grateful to hear my voice! The conversation started with him saying he was sorry and could I forgive him. He never said what he was sorry for but only wanted me to forgive him. I told him I could never forgive him for what he did to me and what his minions did to me and were still doing to me. He also thanked me for all I had done for him & said he finally realized that I did do everything I could for him and he never appreciated it. He acknowledged that I never betrayed him until he infected me & now he understood everything. That I was the only one who was truly loyal to him and he messed it up. He was scared and started telling me that Elaine left for good and he didn't want to be alone when he died. He asked me to go there and help him. Yeah, no way I said. Then he told me if I went there he would be safe and I could fix everything for him there & here in the States, just like I used to when we were together. He said I was the only one who could do it and that's why he had to talk to me.

The conversation was convoluted, bizarre and weird. He wanted to know what he could take to get rid of his pneumonia & what to take for the purple lesions & the sores all over his genitals. I said to him "what is wrong with you, you know what that is all of it, there is nothing you can take now unless it's HIV meds, and I think you're passed that". He said the aspirin wasn't working and neither was any of the injectables (nulbifina & heroin that his helpers were fronting him) that he was using, and the pain was unbelievable & no matter how much he would inject, the pain kept getting worse.

When I told him it was time to snap out of denial & grasp what was happening, he started crying and saying "I have superhuman blood this isn't supposed to happen". Again, I told him he needed to get medical attention asap and go back to the hospital. He told me that Elaine promised she would take care of Nina & Tinka & she lied. He said Nina was as important to him as Sarge was & would I make sure she would be okay. He also told me that I would soon be vindicated in Mexico and again asked me to help him & go there. Then we went to another topic-old times. We talked about the good ones only. He remembered some of the good times I forgot. I told him I probably forgot them because when you break up the way we did it's like a defense mechanism to get you through it. He reminded me of my favorite song "What A Wonderful World", I jokingly replied that it was my favorite song but after hearing it there 24/7 it ceased to be. We both laughed at that.

Then I told him I was in front of my computer & for him to get on his & look up AIDS final symptoms & he said he couldn't because if anyone saw what he was looking up, they would know. Still in denial even at the end. He made me promise one more time that I'd make sure Nina & Tinka would be safe & to do the other stuff we spoke about. We left it at I'd call him back to check in on Friday January 20. I commented on how nice he was and he replied that we were friends again and it was what he wanted all along. We had spoken for over a 1/2 hour and I felt at peace, but confused. When we hung up, I sat for awhile & thought about everything he said.

Our conversation was delusional to say the least. Was he really in trouble or was it yet another ruse to draw me in? Should I take it seriously or let it go? I decided to let it go & just call him that Friday like I promised and he wanted. The whole time I knew Jack the only thing I could ever count on him for----was lying to me. And that he never disappointed me with. When January 20th, came I called. The phone rang & rang and then went to the fax machine. I figured he changed his mind and didn't feel like talking to me. Now I know he was either too ill to answer or maybe he already passed.

Since then I have gotten many accounts of what transpired & how he passed. I know the house was looted. I know that the people that were there with him did not care about him or even gave him nothing but pieces of a banana the entire week. They gave him water on Q-tips and he needed heroin to get him through the pain. There was 2 tanks of gas, from the grill, in front of the house that said for sale because he was so broke. He owed so many Mexicans money that everything was taken. I also found out that Nina & Tinka were being held for ransom because the shady Mexicans that were "taking care of him" knew somebody would try to get them and pay to do it. I know the house was full of garbage and bugs. That his bed was filthy & he urinated & defecated on himself & was bleeding from his sores & nobody cared. My friends rescued Nina & Tinka and they are now safe. I reached out to 2 of my biggest enemies but they were too busy posting lies about me on the Internet instead of helping me rescue Nina & Tinka. So much for the Idema Fan Club, they had an opportunity to do the right thing but they couldn't be bothered.

A week after he passed, I played "What A Wonderful World" and thought about Jack. It's my favorite song again. I finally forgave him, mostly for me so I could move on with my life. His death finally freed me from the drama I lived with for so long. And as for the 2 promises he asked from me. One is already done; Nina & Tinka are happy and safe. As far as the other promise goes---I'm working on that one, and certain I'll be able to give it to him. Finally, every single time I look in the mirror, I think of him and will always be connected to him. I hope he's at peace now, wherever he is.


Obama Loves the Hoodie

By Kevin Jackson

I knew it wouldn't take Obama long to see how to make the shooting of Trayvon Martin in Florida a political talking point. "If I had a son, he'd look like Trayvon."

Is that supposed to make the death of Trayvon much more tragic?

Forget that the killing of a teenager by a neighborhood watch buffoon is a tragedy, one of the many routine tragedies that shouldn't occur in America. No, Trayvon's death is a crisis of national political proportions.

The media started the feeding frenzy, alerting Obama that the situation could be "racial," reporting the story as: White Man Shoots Black Teen.

As it turns out, the "white" man who shot the kid was actually a half-white and half-Hispanic man. Funny how the media considers a half-white half-Hispanic man white, but a half-white half-black president black. Since many Hispanics are technically "Caucasians," it's only a slight stretch. Journalistic integrity intact.

The incident was much worse, however, because the teen was wearing a hoodie, making this for the left a clear case of racial profiling.

Hoodie or no hoodie, the kid should not have been shot by Zimmerman, as neighborhood watch is not neighborhood shoot. Zimmerman took his role way too seriously, and a tragedy resulted. But is it a national tragedy?

As for Zimmerman confronting the kid, however, that is another story.

A [insert ethnicity here] teenager wearing a hoodie in Florida -- where it's hot -- is reason for a neighborhood watchman to "observe and report." There were two clues: (1) a teenager was walking and (2) wearing hoodie. Let's face it: the hoodie is the uniform of the thug, though it didn't start out that way.

The inventor of the hoodie did so with the idea that when people wear sweat gear, their heads and ears get cold at times, depending on the clime. Being the industrious type that they are, criminals "criminalized" the hoodie, and made it part of their stable of uniforms, much like criminals co-opted Zorro's mask, doctors' spit guard, and women's stockings.

So for Zimmerman to take notice of a teenager wearing a hoodie as part of what he believed to be his responsibilities for neighborhood watch was the right move. He went too far in what happened next, however, and for that he should be arrested, tried, and given his penalty. That should be the end of it, except that Obama needs an election issue.

Obama has already hinted at the racial implications of this incident. Obama will prove that despite America having a black president, America is still "profiling." The New Black Panther Party has issued a fatwa on George Zimmerman, offering $10,000 for his "capture."

Is a black teenager walking in a hoodie suspicious? I'd like VP Joe Biden to check his opinion with all the Indians working as cashiers at 7-Elevens or Dunkin Donuts. I suspect that no matter the ethnicity of cashiers, they have a far different view of people wearing hoodies from what the left is trying to portray.

Leftist blacks ask if white people can be profiled. Sure they can, and I have a few profiles for them.

White people driving their cars in "black neighborhoods" could be Crackers -- criminals buying crack, or some other drug of choice.

Here's another profile. Scantily clad white women standing on street corners in black neighborhoods could be Cracker criminals committing prostitution, likely to feed their drug habits...oh, and their black pimps.

Make no mistake about it; I'm mad at the killing of the teen in Florida who happens to be black. I'm mad for his death, and I pray for his family. But I'm also mad because black teens are criminal standouts for the reasons most people are too afraid to say -- black teens commit lots of crime -- vastly disproportionate to their other ethnic peers. And those wearing hoodies are exponentially more likely to commit crimes.

This is why the liberals will make hay with situation, even though in this particular case, the kid's ethnicity likely had little if anything to do with his death. If Trayvon Martin had been wearing Tommy Hilfiger, things could have been different. God forbid it's the hoodie that causes people to take pause, and not the color of one's skin.

Don't expect the left to impugn the hoodie; the hoodie is the uniform of the criminal. The left protects such symbols, because the left must protect those who wish to do us harm to prove their tolerance. Why not make the hoodie our new flag? At least that way the left won't desecrate it.

But the left won't stop there, because we also need gun control. No gun, no incident. Stupid GUN!

Finally, all the neighborhood watch personnel must go through race and hoodie sensitivity training. This training must be performed by firm that donates to Democrats and paid for by the taxpayers in order to be valid. Such are the consequences sought by the left when an overzealous neighborhood watchman makes one tragic mistake.

Kevin Jackson is the national spokesman for, as well as an Amazon bestselling author and blogger.


Posted at the Tunnel Wall

Allen West


Here are some African-American Columnists and conservative blogs: 
Armstrong Williams
Star Parker
Mychal Massie
LaShawn Barber
Thomas Sowell