This story broke in Gawker, which is to be commended for pursuing the truth into the courts. The State Department initially denied Gawker’s Freedom of Information Act request for Clinton aide’s emails, claiming they didn’t exist. After Gawker sued, State said oops, approximately 17,000 such emails did exist. This number is now up to 90,000.
Our Lady of Medjugorje, Queen of Peace, Message for November 25, 2015
“Dear children! Today I am calling all of you: pray for my intentions. Peace is in danger, therefore, little children, pray and be carriers of peace and hope in this restless world where Satan is attacking and tempting in every way. Little children, be firm in prayer and courageous in faith. I am with you and intercede before my Son Jesus for all of you. Thank you for having responded to my call.”
AGNUS DEI – Sacred Choral Music – The Choir of New College, Oxford [1:12:33]
Wishing all a Happy Thanksgiving from Casa Pistol.
Lib Rag HuffPo Compares The Pilgrims To Muslim “Refugees”
I don’t recall any stories about the pilgrims self-detonating.
Ruining holidays since 2009
You can’t just have a nice family gathering. No. You have to command your Kool-Aid-Drinking O-Bots to descend on the holiday table like a bunch of locusts and turn a pleasant meal into a contentious episode of Point/Counter-Point.
But that’s Organizing for America. Ruining holidays since 2009.
Gee, who could have seen this coming… Barack Obama welcomed French President Francois Hollande to the White House today. During their joint press conference Obama made the tragedy all about him – kissing Michelle.
“By my bed in the residence is a picture of me and Michelle in Luxembourg Gardens. Kissing. Those are the memories we have of Paris.”
WE HAVE ANOTHER YEAR OF THIS CRAP
Thanksgiving is far and away the heaviest day in the newspaper delivery business. It is an ode to our unexpurgated greed, as we give thanks for our blessings just before we push and shove to get an iPad that’s on sale for cheap. The Chicago Tribunes I deliver will have about 1200 pages, including the news and the sale ads. This will be my fourth year and I still dread it. To top it off, I started coming down sick Monday and it’s gotten progressively worse. There is every possibility DW will make the trek to her daughter’s house for the holiday while I dine on chicken soup. I’ll just have my turkey and stuffing when I no longer feel like 10 pounds of Durbin in a one pound bag.
I’m posting a couple seasonal images. I can do at least that much without messing it up.