Saturday, November 30, 2013


Who Built Obamacare's 678 Million Dollar Website?

Another looming scandal that is going to be ignored to the tune of 3/4 of a billion dollars.

Washington Examiner: Feds reviewed only one bid for Obamacare website design

"Federal officials considered only one firm to design the Obamacare health insurance exchange website that has performed abysmally since its Oct. 1 debut.

Rather than open the contracting process to a competitive public solicitation with multiple bidders, officials in the Department of Health and Human Services' Centers for Medicare and Medicaid accepted a sole bidder, CGI Federal, the U.S. subsidiary of a Canadian company with an uneven record of IT pricing and contract performance.

CMS officials are tight-lipped about why CGI was chosen or how it happened. They also refuse to say if other firms competed with CGI, or if there was ever a public solicitation for building, the backbone of Obamacare’s problem-plagued web portal."

Some allegations have come to light:

Meet Toni Townes-Whitley

Toni Townes-Whitley, Senior Vice President at CGI Federal

* Toni Townes-Whitley, Senior Vice President at CGI Federal for Civilian Agency programs, is Princeton Class of 1985. Michelle Obama is Princeton Class of 1985. Both are members of Association of Black Princeton Alumni.

* CGI "donated" $47 Million to Obama's campaign.

* CGI executives were large campaign bundlers for the Obama. They helped him shut off all the security features on Obama's campaign donation website in 2008 and 2012 in order to take multi-millions in foreign donations.

Please remember the common Liberal catchphrase "Crony Capitalism". The Obamacare websight fiasco is how Socialism applies this concept: 'You-Scratch-My-Back-I'll-Scratch-Yours' - Translation: "You contribute big bucks to my campaign, and when I win, you'll get greater big bucks to line your pocket!"

Why isn't the MainStream Media asking questions ? ? ?


Friday, November 29, 2013


Hillary Clinton goes to the doctor. She says, "Doctor, I have this hair growing on my chest."

The doctor says, "Why, so you have. I'm going to have to ask to . . . uh . . . examine . . . your . . . uh . . . breasts . . ."

So Hillary pulls her front wide open and fully exposes her breasts. Sure enough she has a manly chest full of hair.

The doctor says, "Oh my goodness, Hillary! Uh . . . how far down does it go?"

Hillary replies: "ALL THE WAY TO MY BALLS!"


Thursday, November 28, 2013


Today is an extra special Thanksgiving Day here at Firebase TigerLily and its all because of something that happened twenty years ago . . . S.L.

I'd just come home from a deployment and my trusty roommate Bobby McGee - that was his name I sh*t you not and its written up on the wall at USASOC because he died in the Philippines in 2004 - had cleaned out the fridge before he left town for the Thanksgiving weekend, just prior to my getting back.

There wasn't even a beer in there which was rude because I know I had more than a six pack in there before I left. Of course I can't hold it against Bobby now because his ransacking the fridge led directly to what this post is really all about.

So I picked up the phone and called my good buddy Phoophakdee (yes, you guessed it, he is Thai) and said, "Hey Phoo, how do you do?" Conversations with Phoo always start that way because it rhymes, right? "Guess what? I'm coming over to your place for Thanksgiving!"

That's right - I invited myself over to Phoo's house for Thanksgiving dinner.

Phoo said, "That's good, man! Because there's somebody over here I think you'd really like meet!"

When I walked in the door at Phoo's place, I could see across the place to the dining area (which would be a breakfast nook if the house had an actual dining room). Sitting at the table was a beautiful Korean girl, and I knew right away who she was, even before we'd been introduced.

Yes, sometimes I am clairvoyant but this time I had 'a little help from my friends'. An explanation: Phoo was married to a Korean girl, who'd often told me about her 'big sister'. This is 'sister' in the way that Oriental girls sort of label their best friends. I knew right away that this was the girl she'd often told me about.

We were supposed to link up when we were all in Okinawa, but somehow whenever the big sister was on the island, I was off someplace in Southeast Asia, and whenever I was in Korea, the big sister was in Okinawa. Somehow we never got together over there. This is how I knew who she was, the moment I laid eyes on her.

But something else happened right away - and that's the other reason I included the Sgt Pepper's vid clip. In the follow-on song, A Little Help From My Friends the chorus asks "Do you believe in love at first sight?" and John replies "Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time."

I'm here to tell you that this is true. The split second I laid eyes on her, I knew who she was, and I knew that she was for me.

That was twenty years ago - ten months later we were married. Today marks the beginning of our twentieth year; we will be celebrating special dates as the year rolls by. I can honestly tell you that every bit of success I enjoy in my life is due to my lovely wife's influence and hard work in driving me to succeed. If it wasn't for her I'd still be living in a doublewide out in the woods, probably driving the beer truck and thinking that I was living large.

I love you TigerLily - yesterday, today and forever!


Wednesday, November 27, 2013


Thanks to Obama's sheer ingenuity, we threw out a system that only covered 85% of the people at rates driven by competitive market prices and replaced it with a lunky government bureaucracy that covers less than 5% of the people and everybody's rates are going to skyrocket . . .

. . . unless you're one of those who wanted to keep your plan but you can't now because Obama didn't lie we just didn't hear him right because we're stupid . . .



Tuesday, November 26, 2013


PRAVDA - Last week the United States of America achieved a significant step towards realizing complete political evolution to the ultimate goal of revolutionary socialist republic. This glorious Great Leap Forward took place last Friday but news blackouts regarding details of the violent struggle have been elusive until this time . . . S.L.

In the five years that Comrade Barack Hussein Obama has been President, he has nominated genuine radicals who are refreshingly far out of the American mainstream, to sit on courts, be cabinet secretaries, to lead departments, agencies, and bureaus. To date, the Republicans used the counterproductive "filibuster" - an archaic parliamentary procedure from the era of oppressive slaveowner landholders - in order to keep bona fide revolutionaries out of government. Until last Friday's coup d'etat the Democrats were understandably frustrated over this because Obama won and he should be able to nominate whoever he wants.

Having no other option, Senator Harry Reid detonated the "nuclear option" device in the Capitol building, meaning that Republican votes in the Senate are now irrelevant. Radioactive damage was contained strictly in the Senate, the 45 Republicans in the Senate will not ever show up for work anymore. Whereas before under the antique filibuster rule 60 votes were required to pass anything, including a presidential nominee to a court or a cabinet post or even pieces of legislation, Harry Reid's willingness to press the "nuclear option" button literally vaporized hundreds of years of counterrevolutionary tradition and rules.

The revolutionary result of this courageous advance is that any Obama appointee or any piece of legislation will now automatically moved forward in the Senate. There is no filibuster permitted anymore. This is progress toward one quasi-independent, single-party socialist republic. The couterrevolutionary criminal Republicans will stop progress no longer, and so the Republican senators may as well not show up. Symbolic participation in committee hearings, and perfunctory self-criticism sessions will be permitted, but they no longer be allowed to impede Forward Movement.

The sublime wisdom of Supreme Leader Jarrett is that, when the majority can change the rules at any time, there simply aren't any bad rules anymore.


Sunday, November 24, 2013


They say "Charity begins at home" and I like that sentiment. Susan is of my circle of friends and family and she needs help. Her situation is urgent, so I am taking the extraordinary step of reaching out the only way I know how. If STORMBRINGER were to stop tomorrow and never continue, but the contributions raised via this post buy Susan hope for the future, this would be a worthy thing. Please do what you can, and I personally thank you - S.L.

Susan Tabar - Writer/Publicist/Political & Media Consultant

Anne-of-a-Thousand-Days writes:

I met Susan Tabar through a mutual friend who himself passed away from cancer. Susan, a vibrant and energetic writer, publicist and political & media consultant, has led a valiant fight against a rate form of blood cancer.

What is amyloidosis?

There are few doctors who have knowledge of this kind of cancer. The only treatment is still experimental and painful. She is going through two phases of treatment and then on to a bone marrow transplant.

Treatment is not covered by insurance and Susan has exhausted all her means to continue. To finish her phase 1 & 2 treatment she needs $7000. For the transplant, it is quite a bit more.

One of Susan's friends has set up a crowd funding website to raise money to help her.

Please click HERE to learn more.

To confirm that this is legit, here is also a physical address for donations:

Friends Helping Susan
P.O. Box 406
Birmingham, MI 48012

Please consider giving whatever you can, no matter how much that may be. Every little bit helps. Please open your heart and donate what you can.

I thank you.



This is why they'll never completely disarm Americans - because "redneck engineering" runs in our blood!! . . . S.L.

Saturday, November 23, 2013


It's late fall and the Indians on a remote reservation in North Dakota asked their new chief if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild.

Since he was a chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky, he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.

Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect firewood to be prepared.

But, being a practical leader, after several days, he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"

"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold," the meteorologist at the weather service responded.

So the chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more firewood in order to be prepared.

A week later, he called the National Weather Service again. "Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?"

"Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "It's going to be a very cold winter."

The chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find, and stock up on blankets.

Two weeks later, the chief called the National Weather Service again. "Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"

"Absolutely," the man replied. "It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters we've ever seen."

"How can you be so sure?" the chief asked.

The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting load, after load, after load. of firewood! We have never seen them gather such quantities before, so there has got to be a horrific winter coming, since we all know how well they understand nature."

Moral: Anyone who thinks the Government will take care of you, take a look at the plight of the American Indian . . .



This is for my Aunt Yvonne up in Canada - S.L.

Hope you're feeling better Auntie!


Friday, November 22, 2013


Today is the 50th anniversary of the saddest day in American history, in modern memory. I never go with the crowd, but this is my story of that day . . . S.L.

I was just five years old.

My family lived in Palembang, Sumatra, which is the largest island in Indonesia. My dad was an engineer, building a urea processing plant. We were an ex-patriate family living in a compound full of other ex-patriate families.

I have written of my father's career here before and how I came to be raised in Southeast Asia. It was an upbringing I would trade for nothing. I lived a life like a character in a Conrad novel - before I had any idea who Conrad was, before I became a refugee from a Conrad novel.

I didn't understand much of the world at that time, but I understood that outside the chainlink fence that surrounded our compound was the jungle. I could see it. And in the jungle were guerrillas, which I understood were enemy soldiers, but I was confused because the word sounded like gorillas. Not that I knew what a gorilla was, either - we had no TV. All we had was the radio, and I listened to the news about the war with the guerrillas, which was taking place somewhere outside that compound fence. It was 1963 - the Year of Living Dangerously.

I knew about life and death, because we kept chickens, and every now and then Dad would chop the head off a chicken and we'd marvel at the way they'd run around without their heads, until they bled out and flopped down. And then it would be us kids job to pluck out all the feathers before Cook would fry it up.

I also knew about life and death because Dad would catch these huge rats in cage traps - that was the only way you could catch these creatures, they would laugh at a conventional rat trap. In the morning after he collected his traps, Dad would take them to the rain barrel, and we would watch, fascinated, as the poor rats went down. I will never forget the look in the rats eyes looking up, clinging to the uppermost edges of the trap's chicken wire, as Dad plunged them into the dark waters of the rain barrel. I swear If I live to be a thousand, I will never forget that look in the rats' eyes.

Life is hard. Life is for keeps. Life is a one-way trip. I learned that early on.

As far as I knew, everybody in that compound was American, they were all involved in my father's project and he worked for an American company. As a five year old in Southeast Asia, I knew very little of America. I had heard stories about America, what it was like. I had seen some Bugs Bunny cartoons at the Saturday night movies, at the community center, that was about it. But everybody knew who was President Kennedy.

He was good looking, with a good-sounding name and a unique square-shaped head. We had all seen pictures of him on the covers of Time and Life magazines. My mother showed me a picture of President Kennedy meeting the Prime Minister of Ireland, on the back of a book of Irish fairy tales - the first book I learned to read. For the record, the second book I learned to read was about the Norman Conquest.

Everybody loved President Kennedy. That was all I knew.

We lived in a small bungalow - the kind of place people lived in Southeast Asia in those days - but we had a nice back yard, with the servant's quarters and the chicken coop and a cement walkway my Dad had put in that featured a roundabout we boys would go around on our tricycles. We had a pet monkey, and some very nice Indonesian neighbors who took care of me once. They were my introduction to the Southeast Asian culture.

One morning, like any other morning, I got up and walked down the hallway to my Dad's study. Dad was drinking coffee and listening to his shortwave radio, like any other morning. Only this morning he was very solemn. In my memory, it was only he and I, although oddly, I know my other brothers were there. We sensed a sea change immediately. Something was very, very different.

"President Kennedy was shot. President Kennedy is dead," was all he said. If I live to be a thousand, I will never forget those words.

"Who killed him?" I asked.

"A crazy man. A man named Oswald." This of course meant nothing to me at the time.

"Who will be President now?"

"Mister Johnson."

To me this sounded like the end of History itself. Johnson? Johnson? There is nothing glamorous or unique about this name. It was explained to me later - I cannot recall who or where - Kennedy's wounds. How he'd been shot through that unique, square-shaped skull. Having already seen death and violence, I could well imagine this.

Later, I saw the pictures of the funeral procession in Life magazine, of John-John standing there, saluting his father's casket. My mother cried. I felt bad for John-John, he was the same age as my younger brother.

Later in life I became aware of the flaws this man had in his life, and the baggage he carried with him to the Whitehouse. Who cares? I say. Whatever he was, he was a veteran, he served his country in war, and he damn near died saving his crew of the ill-fated PT-109.

JFK (right) and the crew of the PT-109

Nobody can ever take that away from him.

My mother explained to me that he was the first Irish President of the United States, and that this was something worthy and significant in and of itself.

As young as I was, I remember it. Everything before that day was different, and everything afterward was never the same again.


Thursday, November 21, 2013


October 23 this year marked the 30th anniversary of the terror attack on the U.S. Marine barracks in Beirut, Lebanon. It was the largest non-nuclear explosion in the history of warfare. Thirty years later, it still is. Life of Duty Frontlines team returned to Beirut to remember, and to honor, those whose lives were lost.

NRA Life of Duty presented by Brownells, Inc.
Frontlines sponsored by FNH USA

Wednesday, November 20, 2013


World War II's Strangest Battle: Days after Hitler’s suicide a group of American soldiers, French prisoners, and German Wehrmacht soldiers defended an Austrian castle against an SS division. It was the only time Germans and Allies fought together in World War II . . . S.L.

The battle for the fairytale 13th century Castle Itter was the only time in WWII that American and German troops joined forces in combat, and it was also the only time in American history that U.S. troops defended a medieval castle against sustained attack by enemy forces.

Jack Lee was the quintessential warrior: smart, aggressive, innovative, a cigar-chewing, hard-drinking man who watched out for his troops and was willing to think way, way outside the box when the tactical situation demanded it, as it certainly did once the Waffen-SS started to assault the castle. The other was the much-decorated Wehrmacht officer Major Josef ‘Sepp’ Gangl, who died helping the Americans. He is rightly honored in present-day Austria and Germany as a hero of the anti-Nazi resistance.

"Just after 4am Jack Lee was jolted awake by the sudden banging of M1 Garands, the sharper crack of Kar-98s, and the mechanical chatter of a .30-caliber spitting out rounds in short, controlled bursts. Knowing instinctively that the rising crescendo of outgoing fire was coming from the gatehouse, Lee rolled off the bed, grabbed his helmet and M3, and ran from the room. As he reached the arched schlosshof gate leading from the terrace to the first courtyard, an MG-42 machine gun opened up from somewhere along the parallel ridge east of the castle, the weapon’s characteristic ripping sound clearly audible above the outgoing fire and its tracers looking like an unbroken red stream as they arced across the ravine and ricocheted off the castle’s lower walls.”
- ‘The Last Battle: When U.S. and German Soldiers Joined Forces in the Waning Hours of World War II in Europe’ By Stephen Harding. Da Capo

The story has an ending Hollywood would love: just as the SS had settled into position to fire a panzerfaust at the front gate, “the sound of automatic weapons and tank guns behind them in the village signaled a radical change in the tactical situation.” Advancing American units and Austrian resistance fighters had arrived to relieve the castle. In keeping with the immense cool that he had shown throughout the siege, Lee feigned irritation as he went up to one of the rescuing tank commanders, looked him in the eye and said simply: “What kept you?”

Every word of this book The Last Battle is true. Read more of this incredible story HERE

Month of Honor continues . . .



Most incredible Hitler Downfall parody yet - watch it all the way to the end, the last line is a scream! - S.L.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013


I hadn't realized this until I read it just yesterday standing in the check out line at Wal Mart - S.L.

Straight off the Hot Sheets

A meeting was held on the evening of November 21st, 1963 in Dallas, Texas. LBJ, J. Edgar Hoover, Richard Nixon, George H.W. Bush all reportedly in attendance. Some kind of Council on Foreign Relations Illuminati New World Order Cabal. Probably had babies roasting on spits.

The meeting took place at the home of Colin J. "Clint" Murchinson, oil baron & Dallas Cowboys owner . . . LBJ's presence at the gathering was confirmed by his long-time mistress Madeleine Brown. With that cast of characters there must have been some skullduggery afoot . . .

JFK was hit from the front; the back of his head exploded.

In this day and age anybody who thinks Oswald acted alone still believes in unicorns, pixie dust and fairy tales, or even more fantastical, still believes there's gold in Fort Knox:

The United States House of Representatives Select Committee on Assassinations (HSCA) investigate the assassination of John F. Kennedy in 1976. The Committee concluded in its final report that Kennedy was very likely assassinated as a result of a conspiracy. However, the Committee noted that it believed that the conspiracy did not include the governments of the Soviet Union or Cuba, nor did it believe the conspiracy was organized by any organized crime group, nor any anti-Castro group, but that it could not rule out individual members of any of these two groups acting together. The HSCA stated that id did not believe that Secret Service, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, nor the Central Intelligence Agency were involved in the assassination of Kennedy, but available evidence did not preclude the possibility that individual members may have been involved.

The Warren Commission touched on it, but did not pursue it further. Ruth Paine told them a friend told her, she told Oswald of the job opening, and they let the matter go.


Someone gets Oswald a job where he can go hunting politicians, he kills Kennedy, and the Warren Commission doesn't look into any more. I would have found out if anyone on Lyndon Baines Johnson's staff, or John Connolly's staff, knew Ruth Paine.

Lee Harvey Oswald did not end up working at the Texas School Book Repository building by accident. Not when his friend knew that he'd shot at retired General Edwin Walker mere weeks before.

It's an interesting angle.

More dangerous than the sociopathic Marxists in the Whitehouse are the believers who have faith in our politicians. GOP leaders have no cojones and are corrupted. John Boehner, Mitch McConnell, the Manchurian McCain, Lindsay Graham - all sellouts and not a pair of balls amongst the lot of 'em.

Chief Justice Roberts children were adopted from Ireland via Latin America. Sketchy Latin American adoption to circumvent Irish adoption laws, they sic'd the newspapers onto the Chief Justice . . . pretty cheeky for someone who won't show his birth certificate!

The story is all out there. Irish law does not permit adoption of Irish children through private agencies, only through government offices, and only to residents of Ireland. Roberts could even be accused of child trafficking and possibly face impeachment. Certainly it would tarnish his reputation.

Even more disturbing is this report: John Roberts passion is Irish step dancing. Described as a "raucous dancer" this is how he unwinds from reading all those dreary briefs . . .

Our Constitution . . . shredded for a couple of Mulligans . . .



Ever since Lincoln wrote it in 1863, this version has been the most often reproduced, notably on the walls of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington. It is named after Colonel Alexander Bliss, stepson of historian George Bancroft. Bancroft asked President Lincoln for a copy to use as a fundraiser for soldiers. However, because Lincoln wrote on both sides of the paper, the speech could not be reprinted, so Lincoln made another copy at Bliss's request. It is the last known copy written by Lincoln and the only one signed and dated by him. Today it is on display at the Lincoln Room of the White House.

Bliss Copy

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln
November 19, 1863

Monday, November 18, 2013


Here's an interesting story . . . S.L.

The pilot glanced outside his cockpit and froze. He blinked hard and looked again, hoping it was just a mirage. But his co-pilot stared at the same horrible vision.

"My God, this is a nightmare," the co-pilot said.

"He's going to destroy us," the pilot agreed.

The men were looking at a gray German Messerschmitt fighter hovering just three feet off their wingtip. It was five days before Christmas 1943, and the fighter had closed in on their crippled American B-17 bomber for the kill.

The B-17 pilot, Charles Brown, was a 21-year-old West Virginia farm boy on his first combat mission. His bomber had been shot to pieces by swarming fighters, and his plane was alone in the skies above Germany. Half his crew was wounded, and the tail gunner was dead, his blood frozen in icicles over the machine guns.

But when Brown and his co-pilot, Spencer "Pinky" Luke, looked at the fighter pilot again, something odd happened. The German didn't pull the trigger. He nodded at Brown instead. What happened next was one of the most remarkable acts of chivalry recorded during World War II. Years later, Brown would track down his would-be executioner for a reunion that reduced both men to tears.

Aware that they had no idea where they were going, Franz waved at Charlie to turn 180 degrees. Franz escorted and guided the stricken plane to, and slightly over, the North Sea towards England. He then saluted Charlie Brown and turned away, back to Europe. When Franz landed he told the CO that the plane had been shot down over the sea, and never told the truth to anybody. Charlie Brown and the remains of his crew told all at their briefing, but were ordered never to talk about it.

More than 40 years later, Charlie Brown wanted to find the Luftwaffe pilot who saved the crew. After years of research, Franz was found. He had never talked about the incident, not even at post-war reunions.

They met in the USA at a 379th Bomber Group reunion, together with 25 people who are alive now - all because Franz never fired his guns that day.

When asked why he didn’t shoot them down, Stigler later said, “I didn’t have the heart to finish those brave men. I flew beside them for a long time. They were trying desperately to get home and I was going to let them do that. I could not have shot at them. It would have been the same as shooting at a man in a parachute.”

Both men died in 2008.

My sources report: There is an error about the '180' . . . this is on tape. Someone, it seems, misunderstood the part where Stigler tries to get Charlie to land in Germany, or at least turn north (roughly 90 degrees) and land in neutral Sweden.

Another note: Stigler HAD fired his guns that day, and shot down two B-17s, before landing to refuel and re-arm.

The mission was on the morning of the 20th of December, 1943. Charlie says the target was an aircraft factory.

The archives of the 446th Group indicate that this story was kept secret to preserve the German pilot, figuring he would be court-martialed for failing to shoot down an enemy aircraft - a certain death sentence in the forces of the Third Reich.

Month of Honor continues . . .


Saturday, November 16, 2013


What follows is an anomaly of the Digital Age: originally a conversation via direct text message with Special Agent SUPERFREAK, a team member from across the Puddle. When I transferred the text to Blogger, it promptly dumped & went wherever it is all the lost one's and zero's go . . . I managed to salvage what I'd lost but had to reconfigure for Blogger with all the nice pictures to look at which are the hallmark of a STORMBRINGER post . . . S.L.

STORMBRINGER: It took me awhile to understand why November 11th is Veterans Day in USA and our "Remembrance Day" is Memorial Day in May . . . it's because of the Civil War . . . Lincoln started Memorial Day . . . so Armistice Day became Veterans Day . . . People seem to behave like its still Armistice Day or Remembrance Day

SUPERFREAK: Ah, thanks for explaining, I've often wondered! Weird, don't they realise they should be celebrating veterans!

STORMBRINGER: There will be a wreath ceremony at 11:11 at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, for example . . . its like we have TWO Remembrance Days, but one is for the Living . . .

SUPERFREAK: So it's not just people getting it wrong, it's people who should know better! So long as people are recognising I guess it doesn't matter!!

STORMBRINGER: Then again we don't have an Armed Forces Day so it all equals out. And of course we don't have an . . . . . . Queens Birthday or anything like that . . .

. . . although we DO have a Queen!

SUPERFREAK: Ha ha, are you referring to your *Glorious Leader* by any chance?!!

Supreme-All-Knowing-All-Powerful-Most-Merciful-Sublime-Ruler-of-the-Two-Houses Barack Hussein Obama

STORMBRINGER: No - we refer to him as the "Current Occupier of the Oval Office" . . .

Our old Queen was Liberace . . .

. . . but he's gone now, so now we have a NEW Queen:

Barney Frank

There's also Hillary a.k.a. The Hildebeest . . . she's the Royal Bitch . . .

We actually have ANOTHER Royal Bitch - that would be the Wife of the Current Occupier of the Oval Office; Michelle . . .

. . . American Royalty is difficult to understand . . .

SUPERFREAK: Who the hell is Barney Frank?

STORMBRINGER: First openly gay Congressman, BIG TIME liberal darling of the Left. Look him up - preferably on YouTube so you can hear him speak. He is the most disgusting aging homo in this or ten thousand other parallel Universes.

In the early 90's his gay live-in lover was busted for -get this- running a gay escort agency out of Congressman Frank's taxpayer-funded Washington DC residence. What do you think of that?

SUPERFREAK: Sounds like a lot of our politicians!! I'm surprised he was ever voted for!

STORMBRINGER: Well he's from Massachusetts so maybe you begin to understand how his Royal Ass got anointed. Likewise the reason why he was not prosecuted for having a (homosexual) brothel in his govt-provided lodgings . . . This was during the era when Royal Bitch Hildebeest was Co-President and an unimaginable degree of hanky-panky was tolerated at the highest levels . . .

. . . so all charges were of course dropped . . . to include drug trafficking charges and serving liquor without a license.

SUPERFREAK: Not good, I hate that one rule for friends and another for everyone else attitude!

STORMBRINGER: Everyone knows that for Royalty these sort of things are not crimes they are simply misunderstandings. Resume enhancers, if anything . . . whereas for you and me it's a trip to the Big House. We are not Royalty.


STORMBRINGER: Oh, of that there is no doubt! The Royalty scene in America is very complex . . . more like Ancient Rome than modern Europe.

Just as Ancient Rome had 4 Caesers (the ‘rule of four’ system established in 293 AD by Emperor Diocletian) two in Constantinople, capital of the Eastern Roman Empire, and two in Rome, capital of the Western Roman Empire . . .

. . . we have our Royalty in the Eastern Capital, i.e. Washington, and also in our Western Capital, i.e. Hollywood.

George Clooney is the King of this western part of the Empire . . Sean Penn is the Clown Prince..

Tom Cruise is also the Clown Prince . . .

. . . but there are disturbing rumors - quite well-founded I might add - that he is actually a Queen-in-waiting . . . this is why Her Royal Highness Princess Kate had to skate out of there . . .

SUPERFREAK: Ours are definitely easier to cope with, apart from the odd toe sucking scandal when they marry into the lower deck then they're pretty well behaved!!

STORMBRINGER: Two princesses can be together but only for short period of time then one of them morphs into a Royal Bitch and then its over.

SUPERFREAK: I'm blissfully unaware of the ins and outs of Hollywood and its star performers . . . I know who Tom Cruise is, but who's Kate?

STORMBRINGER: Kate is child bride/estranged wife of Tom Cruise, mother of their daughter Suri.

The Western capital of the American Empire is Hollywood but when Liberace was Queen his palace was in Las Vegas.

There was once a time in America when we had a good King John . . . also known as "Jack"

. . . but there is much confusion regarding the details of his reign . .

For example the myths and sagas describe his capital as "Camelot" . . .

There is some confusion regarding his relationship with Good Queen Marilyn of Monroe, because she was of Hollywood . . .

Good King John was also known as Jack which adds to the confusion because of the mysterious being known as Jackie.

Jackie was an etheral spirit-like creature whom some believe provided King John with much needed class and style.

. . . and how can a King be a Jack? A King is not a Jack nor a Knave . . .

It was a good time in America and the people loved Good King John and the good works he did . . .

The lovely Queen Marilyn serenaded him . . .

He liberated the Bay of Pigs, but somehow things went horribly wrong . . .

The Pigs came back - evil, snorting, cigar-smoking creatures who pointed nuclear missiles at Camelot . . . and Good King John had to spank them down once more, and make them behave like good little piggies . . .

. . . Good King John went down to the land of the Viets and embraced the powerful Warlord Diem . . .

. . . and he established peace and demilitarization after deposing Diem . . .

SUPERFREAK: Go on . . .

STORMBRINGER: But sometimes there is disquiet in the Kingdom, and so it was for Good King John . . . he went down to Dallas, powerseat of the Principality of Evil Lyndon of Baines . . .

. . . Good King John should never have gone there . . .

The myths and sagas are very confusing as to what exactly happened in Dallas, power seat of Evil Overlord Lyndon. .

An evil imp Oswald lay await in ambush with his terrible weapon Mannlicher-Carcano . . .

. . . which launched three Magic Bullets...

These Magical Bullets were of great Sectional Density which gave them extraordinary momentum and penetrating power. ..

These Magic Bullets - supplied by the evil cigar-smoking pigs who Good King John had previously smacked down and humiliated . . . as well as over-penetration the Magic Bullets had HOMING capabilities- they could come back around and hit their target from another side!


STORMBRINGER: So it is recorded in the Sagas. The terrible weapon Mannlicher itself possessed a soul.. a living sentient being in and of itself.. capable of wreaking havoc all by itself . . . much like the legendary soul-drinking sword STORMBRINGER . . .

And so we see when the evil imp Oswald stated "I didn't shoot nobody, no sir." he was actually telling the absolute truth . . . even though it was a double negative . . . he was giving a Shakespearean soliloquy: "OSWALD ACTED ALONE!" . . .

. . . the soul-slaying Mannlicher-Carcano FIRED ITSELF!

The first Magic Bullet entered Good King John's shoulder, over-penetrated to also hit Prince Connally, who survived the two follow-on bullets . . . which circled around the Grassy Knoll & returned to hit Good King John in the face and blow off the back of his head . . .

SUPERFREAK: What a saga!!

STORMBRINGER: Indeed. The Sagas tell of the ethereal spirit-being Jackie climbing across the back of Good King John's chariot in a vain attempt to save his life . . .

SUPERFREAK: Go on . . .

STORMBRINGER: . . . stuffing his brains back into his head and putting the piece of skull back into place but it was for naught . . .

Jackie's powers were a keen sense of style and a certain savoir-faire- she was not a healing muse . . .

Meanwhile Good Queen Marilyn was also dead, some say taken by the same nefarious forces that brought the downfall of her King John . . .

And so the Evil Overlord Lyndon of Baynes became King in the East . . .

. . the spell was broken . . . the magical kingdom of Camelot faded away into a mystic dimension . . . some wonder if it ever really existed at all?

But so mighty and strong was Good King John that it took Forces of Evil another 10 years to expunge his good works from the land . . .

. . . several of his emissaries made a miraculous journey to the moon!

They planted flags and claimed that planetoid for the American Empire . . .

. . . and ten years of peace existed in the pastoral land of the Viets until the Nefarious Forces of Evil betrayed our commitment and withdrew . . .

. . . allowing the evil cigar-smoking pigs to enter from the north and rape, kill, pillage and burn spreading poison seed from their nuclear-tipped penises . . .


STORMBRINGER: There was a good King in the West of course who ruled Las Vegas although his palace was in Graceland (to keep distance from Queen Liberace)

This King - known to us only as "The King" - was also good but he was under the spell of a mad Dutch Colonel. It is unknown his involvement in Good King Johns downfall . . .

. . . but it is telling his career and popularity experienced an upswing following the death of Good King John . . .

Here The King shakes hands with the Most Evil King Richard of Millhouse, successor to Evil Overlord Lyndon of Baynes.

Did The King somehow compromise himself, do something rash?

All that is known is that after the year '73 King Richard of Millhouse was driven from his throne by the Nefarious Forces of Evil, the cigar-smoking pigs with their nuclear-tipped penises fanned out across the continents spreading their poison everywhere they went . . .


STORMBRINGER: Vietnam . . . Laos . . . Cambodia . . . Angola . . . Congo . . . Nicaragua . . . Guyana . . . Grenada . . .

Iran, the land of the Persian Shah . . . all of our far-flung provinces and Principalities . . . all were lost . . .

. . . and "The King" - who was the last Good King - after '73 suffered a mysterious malady . . .

. . . his body swelled up and he ultimately died on the toilet . . .

The spirit-like being Jackie fled to the land of Souvlaki and Retzina and fell under the spell of a powerful troll . . .

. . . and the American Empire decayed . . . the cult-like Disco movement with it's maddening drumbeat took over the hearts and minds of the people . . .

. . . a series of weak and foolish kings weakened the Empire so bad that even the great Ronaldus Maximus could not staunch the wound, he could only postpone the inevitable . . .

Which brings us to modern times; the first Marxist coup detat of America by a true Dark Horse, who emerged to upset the Royal Bitch Hildebeest's plans for domination . . .

. . . by uttering the magic words "Hope" and "Change" with hypnotic undertones . . .

SUPERFREAK: So many fell for those words . . .

STORMBRINGER: Yes, similar words were uttered by another great leader who was going to change everything & fix it for the better . . .

Just as the Evil Fuehrer created a crisis where there was none by burning his own parliament the Reichstag . . .

. . . So it is with the Marxist Obama; core American values are being torn down and cast aside . . .

"When Fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross." - Sinclair Lewis

This quote makes absolute sense if one views the cross as a symbol of religion, in this case the godless religion of Liberalism.