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The eleventh video featuring Planned Parenthood selling baby parts has been released. And it would make German Schutzstaffel officer and physician, Josef Mengele (of Holocaust fame) very proud.

“My aim is usually to get the specimens out pretty intact,” said Dr. Amna Dermish, speaking to actors posing as a fetal tissue procurement company.

In layman’s terms, the procedure Dermish, the abortion doctor for Planned Parenthood in Austin, Texas, describes in the quote above is what she does to get undamaged baby organs: an illegal partial birth abortion.

Dermish admits that she will sometimes use ultrasound guidance to convert a 2nd-trimester fetus to a feet-first breech presentation: “Especially the 20-weekers are a lot harder versus the 18-weekers, so at that point I’ll switch to breech.”

She uses a sonogram so she can move the child into a breach (feet first) position, pulls the child out feet first, when she gets to the neck she snips the spinal cord killing the baby. Dermish does not use the chemical digoxin to kill the fetus before 20 weeks, so her feet-first, intact extraction abortions are done on living fetuses.

Dermish admits she was trained by the Senior Director of Medical Services at Planned Parenthood Federation of America, Dr. Deborah Nucatola, who described a partial-birth abortion technique to harvest fetal organs in the first Planned Parenthood video released July 14.

Also in the video, Dermish quotes a price for baby parts of $50 or $60 per specimen, another illegal act. If these procedures occurred during war, this would be considered a war crime.

Instead, this is acceptable in this progressively enlightened society.

If oil stays around $50 a barrel, OPEC leader Saudi Arabia will run out of cash in five years or less. Low oil prices will wipe out an estimated $360 billion from the region this year alone.

This is a far cry form the days of the 1973 oil crisis which began in October 1973 after the members of OPEC proclaimed an oil embargo. The price of oil quadrupled by 1974 to nearly $12 a barrel – a price that seems laughable now.

Not funny were all the new federal regulations the crisis helped create. This included a national maximum speed limit of 55 mph imposed in 1974 through the Emergency Highway Energy Conservation Act, the development of the Strategic Petroleum Reserve, which began in 1975, followed by the National Energy Act of 1978.

And let’s not forget that in 1977, the Department of Energy was created in response to the continuing crisis. The world price of crude, which had peaked during the 1979 energy crisis, at more than $80 per barrel, decreased during the early 1980s to $38 per barrel, but we were stuck with more and more regulations and greater power grabs by federal agencies like the EPA.

Currently huge budget surpluses are turning to massive deficits as prices crash to around $45 from over $100 last year. The depressed prices have also come at a time when spending has gone up as many Middle Eastern countries grapple with regional violence.

Saudi Arabia is unlikely to raise taxes, but it may cut some forms of spending, though it’s not likely to cut social and military spending programs for fear of a repeat of the 2011 Arab Spring uprising. That’s why, as the world’s largest oil producer, it needs to sell oil at around $106 to balance its budget.

Meanwhile, Saudi Arabia is moving fast to keep its cash. The kingdom not only raised $4 billion by selling bonds earlier this year, but its central bank has pull nearly $70 billion from asset management firms over the past six months to cover costs.

So, after years of huge surpluses, Saudi Arabia’s current account deficit’s projected to soar to 20-percent of gross domestic product this year. And while. Saudi Arabia’s war chest of cash still holds nearly $700 billion, it’s quickly shrinking.

We may yet find that the U.S. oil industry has greater staying power than OPEC, but don’t expect them to take this laying down. There is a real danger though, to the world as a whole, and the U.S. in specific, if the kingdom crumbles.

The University of Wisconsin- Milwaukee’s “Inclusive Excellence Center” wants to raise awareness of (in other words, ban) words and phrases, which it deems “microaggressions.” A Microaggression is the everyday verbal, nonverbal, and environmental slights, snubs, or insults, whether intentional or unintentional, that communicate hostile, derogatory, or negative messages to target persons based solely upon their.

We used to call this “politically correct’” but now the university says the term ‘politically correct’ is also a microaggression, right along side lame, thug, third world and trash. According to the school’s program, the word ‘thug’ is a microaggression because “it assumes violence is the sole motivating factor in an action, and ignores issues of poverty, education and other institutional barriers…”

Meanwhile, during a discussion about the man next in line for Speaker of the House, MSNBC host Melissa Harris-Perry scolded guest panelist Alfonso Aguilar for describing Congressman Paul Ryan as a “hard worker” because doing so demeans slaves and poor mothers.

The exchange went as follows:

“Let’s be fair. If there’s somebody who’s a hard worker when he goes to Washington, it’s Paul Ryan, who not only works with Republicans but Democrats,” said Aguilar.

“You know very well I work on immigration issues, trying to get Republicans to support immigration reform,” the executive director of the Latino Partnership for Conservative Principles went on. “Paul Ryan is somebody who has…”

“Alfonso, I feel you,” Harris-Perry interjected. “But I just want to pause on one thing because I don’t disagree with you that I actually think Mr. Ryan is a great choice for this role.”

“I actually keep an image of folks working in cotton fields on my office wall because it is a reminder of what hard work looks like. So I feel you he’s a hard worker, I do — but in the context of relative privilege — and I just want to point out that when you talk about work-life balance, being a hard worker, the moms who don’t have healthcare… [Republicans] don’t call them hard workers. [They] call them failures. [They] call them people who are sucking off the system. No, no. Really, ya’ll do!”

Calling Progressives ‘effing crazy,’ is also a microaggression, but then it’s also the truth.

My wife has heard this complaint from me before, “You can’t turn on a sporting event, watch the frigging news or go to the grocery store without some sort of ‘Breast Cancer Awareness,’ crap popping up.”

Yes, learning that the disease exists, that it needs a cure and that over 40-thousand women die annually is important information, but pro-football players wearing pink cleats doesn’t remind me of ‘Breast Cancer Awareness.’  And I’m not alone in this as one breast cancer sufferer considers ‘No Bra Day’ so bogus she decided to speak out about it:

“Breast cancer isn’t sexy. It’s not about saving the boobies. It’s not about no bra day, which is really just an excuse for women to post sexy pics of their nipples pressing through their clothes.”

Then Jenn Alter titled her post: “Here’s your fucking breast cancer awareness.”

She backed it up with this photo:

Yup, this is what ‘Breast Cancer Awareness,’ if it were for real, should be all about. Any questions?

Devlin looked at his reflection in the mirror and straightened his shirt collar. It was Halloween Night and he was visiting the Crescent City for the first time in a while.

Instead of hailing a taxi, he chose to walk the few blocks to Bourbon Street, which was filled with revelers, young and old. Devlin wasn’t searching for anything in particular — he was simply there to enjoy the festive spirit of the city.

It was intoxicating, the different costumes of those dancing in the street and along the sidewalks. Two New Orleans police officers, astride their white horses, patrolled the area watching for partiers who may have had too much drink.

As Devlin stepped passed one of the horses, it spooked, bolting sideways into the horse next to it. He ducked and jumped up onto the sidewalk, worried he might be kicked by the skittish animal.

Soon he had forgotten the incident. Instead he was enjoying something the bartender had recommended and called a ‘Witch’s Brew.’

“Not very manly,” he chuckled, “But it tastes good.”

—

Looking for the right vibe, Devlin wandered down the block, visiting one establishment after another. He finally found a place that suited his mood and jus’ as quickly discovered someone who met his interest.

That someone was a woman, whose face was painted with a Mexican-style ‘Día de Muertos’ mask. The whiteness of her make up contrasted sharply with her darker skin tone and this drew Devlin’s attention.

He leaned up to the bar and shouted over the band, “Get her what ever she wants to drink,” he instructed as he pointed to the woman at the far end of the long counter.

Devlin returned to his beer, sipping it as he fought to keep from looking over at the woman he had jus’ sent a drink too. He didn’t want to seem like he was too eager for her company.

The strategy worked, as soon he was joined by the woman.

“Thank you,” she smiled.

He returned her smile, “You’re welcome.”

—

“Lily,” she stated out of the blue.

“Devlin,” he responded, adding “I love your costume. That’s quite the make-up job. It must’ve taken you a while to get it so perfect.”

“You’d be surprised,” Lily returned, changing the subject. “Wanna dance?”

Together the pair stepped out onto the near empty dance floor. They spun and twirled like they’d been partnered for years.

The band played a slow song and Devlin and Lily melted together as if one. He looked into he eyes, seeing her soul for the first time and knowing she was the one.

As if she were reading his mind, “Do you want to get out of here – go someplace more private?”

Without a word they left and started up Bourbon Street towards his motel room. They softly talked between themselves as the noise of the nightlife fell away behind them.

“As pretty as you are in that make-up,” Devlin said in a low tone, “I can’t wait to see you without it.”

Lily smiled coyly at the thought, “I’m not really all that much to look at. In fact I look pretty much like any girl out on the town tonight.”

“I doubt it,” Devlin argued.

Before they knew it, they were standing in front of his room. Devlin nervously fumbled with the key as he unlocked the door.

Once inside, they fell together on the queen sized bed. They pawed wildly at one another, pulling clothing from each others body until naked, except for Lily’s s face paint.

—

Excited as he was, Devlin asked, “Are you going to wipe that make up away?”

Lily slid down onto his manliness and giggled, “It’s not make up or paint, silly!”

Devlin froze momentarily, surprised as he watched the woman transform from a beauty into an old hag. The old woman bucked violently against his hips as she continued to change into something nearly unrecognizable from what she had been.

Instead of frightening Devlin as she intended, the man underneath her began to laugh menacingly. He then gripped her hips, pressing her down even further.

It was now her turn to be surprised as the handsome male figure grew scaly and rough. She tried to squirm loose but his massive claws held her firm as he erupted inside her.

Still laughing, “I told you that one day, Lilith — I’d have you again and that you’d come willingly,” Devlin growled as he revealed his real self.

Lucifer’s laughter drowned out her screams as the two twisted together in the throes of a deadly passion that only darkness could understand.

—

“I won’t know for sure, Chief,” the fire inspector answered, “until I get these samples analyzed. But for now lets jus’ call it suspicious.”

The two stood outside the door way of a fire-gutted motel room jus’ a few blocks from Bourbon Street. Nearly everything in the room was blackened from the smoke and flames.

Puzzled, the Battalion Chief shook his head, “I can’t explain the lack of burn marks in the bed. And no body or part of a body to be found – even though it sure looks the hell like one should be laying there.”

Even stranger yet, was the Day of the Dead mask, he held in a large plastic baggie, found by fire fighters amid the charred ruins of the room, untouched by either heat or smoke.

Oh, my god — the car the woman was driving — was really a GUN!

When a woman plowed her vehicle through a homecoming parade in Stillwater, Oklahoma, killing four and injuring 30, that was news. But when the Traverse City, Michigan Record-Eagle reported the incident, its headline gave it a whole new set of facts.

Nope, no agenda here.

A ‘Black Lives Matter’ protester took down the American flag at the site of the Police Chiefs’ Convention in Chicago and put up a flag that read “Unapologetically Black.” A Palestinian flag was also put up for display.

The demonstration’s theme was Stop the Cops. Dozens of the protesters were arrested — most for blocking the road during a sit-in.

These have to be Conservative member’s of the Tea-Party movement because Progressives never do anything that can be construed as anti-societal.

Grant stood at the foot of his driveway, hands stuffed in his pockets, watching as Kelli drove away. Once the tail lights of her SUV disappeared, he turned and headed for his front door.

“Romantic goodbyes only happen in Hollywood movies,” he muttered as he stood at the kitchen sink looking out the window at the backyard.

Certainly there had been plenty of kisses and hugs, the promise to write every week, to call every night and to text in between, but he still couldn’t help the awful ache he felt at her leaving. Grant’s voice echoed in his ears as he recalled telling her, “You can always come back if you change your mind.”

His plea fell on deaf ear’s as she tearfully started her car and backed out of the drive. He felt the sting of the hot tears as they rolled down his cheeks.

Suddenly, there was knock at the front door. Grant rushed to open it, knowing it was Kelli and that she had a change of heart.

She sheepishly smiled as she looked up at him, “I forgot my cell phone charger.”

The last couple of days I’ve seen this meme on Facebook – and it pisses me off…

Progressives are again on the march, hoping to obfuscate the truth, by confusing what the Benghazi hearings are about. While on the face of it the numbers are exacting, the message is wrong.

The four deaths in Benghazi are not about gun violence, rather about holding those who are or were in charge, responsible for their actions or lack thereof and about the truth. And those of us alive and old enough to recall the Monica Lewinsky scandal in 1998 have seen this tactic before.

Then President “B.J.” Clinton wagged his fat, meaty finger at the camera lens and lied to the American people and Congress, proclaiming his innocence: “I want you to listen to me. I’m going to say this again: I did not have sexual relations with that woman, Miss Lewinsky.”

Immediately Clinton’s cohorts in the media and on Capitol Hill began spinning it from a case of ‘lying’ into a case of ‘extramarital sex.’ In the end it worked, as old B.J. got off a second time (pun intended) as Congress failed to impeach the scumbag for perjury, instead acquitting him of all charges, allowing the sexual-predator to stay in office.

Again – the Benghazi hearings aren’t about guns, gun control, or how many people killed by guns since the September 11, 2012 attack on the U.S. Consulate. Now, Hillary McCankle-Von Cackle’s cohorts in the media (including social media) and on Capitol Hill are spinning the Benghazi hearing from a case of her ‘lying’ into a case of ‘gun control.’

No, the hearings are about holding our federal leadership accountable for their willful and wanton dishonesty and the lack of responsibility that left four Americans to die when it was in their power to stop the attacks before they started. Shame on anyone willingly to believe otherwise.

Apparently, Health and Human Services is having a trouble convincing the 10.5 million people who are eligible for Obamacare to sign up. The initial HHS estimate for the number of people who would be signing up for coverage on the Obamacare exchanges next year was originally 20 million.

But that ain’t gonna happen. Instead the Obama Administration insists that the program is on “a much longer path toward equilibrium,” according to some faceless-nameless-brainless senior HHS official.

Meanwhile, penalties for Americans who lack health insurance will be rising dramatically in 2016 due to the individual mandate imposed by Obamacare. The penalty, or “tax,” as chief Justice John Roberts deemed it, will be rising to 2.5 percent of a household’s taxable income next year.

If you are an individual who doesn’t have health insurance, the penalty will be $625 for an adult and $347.50 for each child under the age of 18. The increase more than doubles the $325 fine imposed at present for lacking health coverage, and is six times the $95 that those lacking health insurance were forced to pay in 2014.

I tend to think that eventually even the most Progressive retard becomes a die-hard Conservative when you start effing with their money.