MEDIA IN THE US: DEMOCRATIC BIAS UNDENIABLE
Consider KEITH ELLISON: Face of the Democrat Party
*Accused 2x of sexual assault
*Dems in MN still chose him as Atty General candidate.
*Is his skin color Teflon?
*Compare Ellison's treatment to that of white, Christian, Republican Roy Moore.
ELLISON: ALLEGATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT IGNORED BY DEMOCRATS
Keith Ellison is black, Muslim and a very Liberal Democrat.
Ellison is the Co-Chair of the DNC (Democrat Party).
He is also a close associate of Barack Obama.
Yet, despite the fact that he was accused of sexual assault by TWO women, both ex-lovers, over a span of 14 years, he was still chosen as the Democrat nominee for Attorney General in the state of Minnesota.
Compare how Keith Ellison's accusers, and Ellison himself, was treated by his accusers compared to how white, Christian and Republican Roy Moore was treated by the media when he ran against Democrat Doug Jones for a seat in the U.S. Senate in Alabama.
ROY MOORE: HATED BY GAYS, ATHEISTS ESPECIALLY
Roy Moore is a Conservative, white and Republican. That was enough to make him hated by most Democrats. But Moore was especially hated by the LBGTQ community for his stance against gay marriage, and by atheists for his pro-Ten Commandments monument decision.
ROY MOORE - BACKGROUND
A West Point graduate who served in Vietnam, graduated from law school and went on to be a circuit judge, Roy Moore was, by any standard, a worthy candidate for the U.S. Senate. Sadly, he had a great big X on his back from the day he decided to run, as does every Republican in this post-Obama era. As aptly stated by Ann Coulter, Obama won elections by going into his opponents past, getting sealed records unsealed, digging dirt, putting a spin on it (racism and sexual whatever is the most popuar type of spin) and disseminating that spin to the very Liberal Media. This is exactly what happened to Roy Moore.
Roy Moore had a scandal free personal life and happy marriage of over 32 years before he was targeted by the Democrats. He had defeated fellow Republican (and Trump endorsed Luther Strange), and was well on his way to winning the special election Alabama U.S. Senate seat with - voila, all these women suddenly appeared and accused him of - wow - asking them on dates or flirting with them when he was in his late twenties and they were in their late teens - many as they worked at the local mall. (As a former "mall girl" in the seventies, while attending college, I can assure you there was nothing unusual about this behavior.)
CONSIDER ALABAMA 1970s: LEGAL AGE TO MARRY WAS 14
The legal marrying age in Alabama, until 2003, was FOURTEEN. After years of infighting, it was raised to 16. So flirting with a girl who was that age or beyond in AL in the mid to late seventies was NEVER A CRIME. Most Southern mothers would be thrilled that their young daughters had the attention of a successful, promising lawyer as was Attorney Roy Moore. Only one women accused Moore of a serious offense. Beverly Young Nelson claimed that Moore flirted with her, when she was 16 years old, at a restaurant where she worked and then, after offering her a ride home one night after closing, drove to the rear of the restaurant and attacked her. Ms. Young Nelson offered, as proof, that Moore had signed her year book. The sentiment was very innocuous, and, even more compelling, when confronted, Ms. Young Nelson admitted forging Moore's signature.
Even though Beverly Young Nelson's story had several holes poked into it, including the forgery proof and testimony from a fellow waitress who worked with Young Nelson at the restaurant didn't remember Moore acting the way Young Nelson claimed, it was too late. The same media who smeared Roy Moore did not reverse the damage they had done to both his campaign and reputation. In the end, Democrat Doug Jones won by a not very impressive 22,000 votes - but he still won.
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*Kimberly Guilfoyle, longtime Fox News personality, GONE.
*Only weeks ago, she and Donald J. Trump, Jr. became couple.
*We at Nippies smell a RAT...perhaps a relative of Mickey Mouse?
According to an article in the very LEFT LEANING Huffington Post, Kimberly Guilfoyle was let go by Fox News, and did not leave voluntarily. The reason? Allegedly, Ms. Guilfoyle, the divorced mother of one, was "warned" by Fox Human Resources in the Fall of 2017. But, but...nothing happened. She was not let go.
Then POOF, Kimberly Guilfoyle is gone, without an on-air good-bye, something that was said to be upsetting to the veteran news personality. Kimberly put out a statement that she was leaving to work on a pro-Trump PAC.
What happened? Well, about a month or so ago, we learned that Kimberly was Donald J. Trump, Jr's "girlfriend", and spent the 4th of July at the White House with Donald, Jr. Was that the last straw for Fox News? After all, Fox was recently acquired, for $71.3 billion, by the very far left Disney. Since then, , Fox News seems to be every so slowly evolving toward the Left.
It is very suspicious that Fox would make the decision to get rid of Kimberly just as she gets involved heavily with the Trumps.
We at Nippies smell a rat.
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As a Baby Boomer with a late-in-life Millennial child, I am growing fearful...very.
The internet has forever changed our lives.
Here is one family's story.
- by Maggie H.
I was a mother for the first time ate age 29, and for the second (and last time) at age 39. My childen were, at the time, and still are, the greatest gifts God has ever given me.
But the difference between raising my first child, a son, and the second child, a girl, has been enormous. The first child was raised, until age 14, without social media or the internet available to him. Oh, not that we didn't want the internet (then referred to as the "world wide web") to come into our home. We did. We were, more or less, pioneers in home computer ownership: by late 1991, we'd already owned three Radio Shack (don't laugh) "laptops" and a desk top, which we drove to New York to purchase.
Our son was still kindergarten, and years away from using computers.
Our "Millennial" daughter was years from being born.
We bought these dinosaurs to help us with our business - my husband is self-employed as an entertainer. I spent hundreds of hours programming and "formatting" themm(a term I didn't then, and still do not, completely understand.) And, even though these "machines" cost a combined $9000.00, financed, they did next to nothing for us. And what they did do was s...l....o....w...!
And so, for most of the latter nineties, while making monthly payments for our mistakes - we returned to doing business the old fashioned way: via paper publications and the U.S. mail. We relied on publications such as "The Ross Report" - a show business audition publication. Progress was made at a snail's pace, many costly, false leads occurred.
After a few years, we finally paid off the "machines" and these things were tossed on the dust heap. But one day around 1996 our son, then about age 12, began asking for a new computer. He went to a private school, and "everyone has one, Mom." And they probably did. But we kept refusing, remembering how useless, and expensive, the first three had been.
Then, when our oldest was 14 and in junior high, we went to the public library so he could do some homework/research on their computer and print out some information. I was in the children's Reading Room with "the baby", now four and in nursery school, when my son came in and handed something interesting: a print-out of information on our main business rival, complete with his photo. It was upsetting to discover that the competitor had an online presence and we did not.
I went home that night and told my husband and business partner it was time to get back into computers. The nature of his business (entertainer) meant he was out working most nights until 3 or 4am. Getting known nationally meant he could travel to choicer and more lucrative bookings on the weekend, and be home during the week. That meant more time as a family, to attend school and sports events for our daughter - something he' missed out on for our son. Heaven! Or, at least, that was what I thought at the time.
Within days we were on our way to the nearest "big town" to make our (life-changing, as it turned out to be) purchase of a desktop at Circuit City. But first we stopped at McDonald's for supper. I remember sitting in a window booth with our "family of four", as my son like to call us, eating a hamburger and anticipating how exciting our world was about to become. Since the library epiphany, I'd done my fair share of research (through word of mouth). It didn't take long before we made our decision and headed home with three cartons (keyboard, motherboard and monitor) and high expectations. We were so excited.
What was the computer like? I found an old commercial for Circuit City Computer Expo '98. The computers were 300 MHz, or something like what is featured in this commercial:
Circuit City '98 Expo
And so it began.
Within months, I had learned how to network. I found a man online who offered, for a modest fee, to put together a website for our business. Months later, I learned our new webmaster worked for, and was loyal to, our main business rival. "Joe I" charged us over $200.00, then created a website which made my husband appear to be 5 foot zero and 300 pounds - not cool when you are in show business in any role except that of a comedien. Joe also used purple text on a blue background, making the page almost impossible to read. (Thanks, Joe.) More research led us to another webmaster, or I should say, webmistress, who worked hard for us at first, but later wanted to charge far too much for updates, which were necessary to remain competitive. It was clear to me that I had to learn how to create and maintain the website myself. Off to work I went, learning how to put together a starter page and how to get it "out there".
I discovered the top search engines at the time (1998): Excite! was big, as was Web Crawler, Lycos, Alta Vista, and Infoseek. I submitted our new, crude one page website to all of them. GOOGLE was just being launched.
My free time, between delivering newspapers and working on the other aspects of our business, were spent learning how to do HTML so I could build a competitive and attractive page. Meanwhile, our son quickly joined Myspace.com, and disappeared into our new office - a cubbyhole of a room where the desktop computer was kept - every day after school. He cruised Ebaum's World, updated his Myspace.com daily, and downloaded music. But, now being 14 and having lived without a computer for all of his formative years, he had other interests. After an hour or so, he'd disappear into his room to practice guiter, study, read or draw.
The next seven years were spent in a haze of learning and creating. I learned enough HTML to be equal with most self-taught webmasters. I continued to assist my husband in his business, both online and off. I created websites using domain names I'd purchased during the "domain name gold rush". Nippies.com was one of them. I continued to work part time delivering newspapers each and every morning. I worked hard at keeping the house clean and being the best wife I could - often going with little or no sleep. The internet soaked up a ton of my time an took a ton of time away from my family.
In hindsight, I don't think it was worth it.
I regret that too many nights my very young daughter fell asleep waiting for me to finish up my computer and other work. My heart breaks now to remember how often I found her asleep on the couch after she'd waited for hours to watch something on television with her. I cannot get those hours back. And, in the end, I realize I was on a hamster wheel: the rewards did not equal the effort put forth.
By 2005, after spending seven years largely enslaved to mastering html and computer navigation, along with other business related duties, I woke up one morning to find my daughter was a pre-teen who was hooked on social media and my son was heading toward his 21st birthday as a college drop-out after two years.
The dream of more family time - vanished. Our website got my husband playing at at Del Webb's Sun City near Phoenix. There he connected to two women, who had just met that day, who were in the audience. Woman A was large and agressive, and, we later found out, very unhappily married. Woman B was smaller, and her husband was dying. Woman A and Woman B forged a fast friendship that day.
The first batch came ten or so months after that first meeting in Phoenix. A large box filled with gifts for my husband arrived: expensive leather pants, cologne, etc. Also included were one gift each for myself and each of our children. Despite the fact that Woman A had signed Woman B's name along with her own, I knew, by know, who was the driving force behind this campaign: Woman A. My suspicions were validated when Woman A left her husband shortly after that Christmas, moved in with the now widowed Woman B (a naive woman who was more than willing to use her late husband's insurance money to payroll living expenses), and showed up thousands of miles from her AZ home to attend my husband's week long booking at an Oklahoma Holiday Inn.
I was no longer quiet about how inappropriate all this appeared to be. But my husband dismissed my discomfort as irrational jealousy. After all, he assured me, look at her (Woman A). She was large, very overweight, and most would judge her as very unattractive. But my intuition was flashing red, and it turned out I was right.
Eventually emails disappeared, and phone calls "to check in with each other became the norm. This meant there was more privacy between the two. Woman A was most concerned that his talent was being wasted in our neck of the woods. She began to plant the seed in his head that, until you played the West Coast, you were not a national act. And, unbeknownst to me, she and her new best friend began to look for regular work at a theater near their shared apartment in Phoeni.
It did not.
Instead, our busiess ended making far less because of flight costs to and from PHX (Sky Harbor International Airport), living expenses, transportation expenses (the groupie left her husband, moved close to the theater where my husband now worked two weeks a month, and drove him back and forth to work...and we paid for her expenses), etc. All this added up dollar wise, but the cost we as a family paid was far, far more expensive.
To be continued...
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