Donald Trump might very well have the RIGHT STUFF to save not just the USA and Canada along with it, but perhaps more than that, Trump might have what it might TAKE to save the entire FREE WORLD as we used to know it.
And if for no other reason than perhaps America’s LAST CHANCE TO GET IT RIGHT . . . the American People deserve to give Trump the chance to prove himself to be either Right or Wrong.
Hillary Clinton is Walking Scum, who was not INDICTED, simply because Hillary Clinton is Hillary Clinton, who otherwise deserves a very long retirement at UNCLE SAM’S EXPENSE, in a furnished suite that might measure 4 by 8-Feet.
Maybe with an adjoining suite with Bill Clinton, or in the same suite with a Bunk Bed . . . as punishment for both of them, for all of Bill’s many indiscretions, thievery, and the women he took advantage of whether they wanted it or not.
Who gets to WIN the White House . . . and who gets to pick the DECIDING Vote in the Supreme Court, along with many other DECIDING Votes for a period of 4-Years, IS NO JOKING MATTER.
The Democrats and associated LEFTISTS have been focused like LASER BEAMS on the Republican Convention, doing all they could to diminish it, which turned out to be a Convention that was nothing short of OUTSTANDING, for no other purpose, other than to HIDE HOW SCREWED UP THE DEMOCRATS ARE FROM TOP TO BOTTOM.
And having Debbie Wasserman Schultz, literally getting her sorry-ass-kicked out as the leader of the Democrat Party, just hours before the Democrat Convention, says all that needs to be said about where the Democrats are here and now. At least they’re letting her gavel-in and gavel-out the Convention, but with NO SPEAKING ROLE. They eat their own.
AND THEN THERE’S HILLARY CLINTON’S CHOICE . . . for her VP Contender, Tim Kaine, who is a proven BUREAUCRATIC THIEF, who took bribes amounting to more than $160,000 while Governor of Virginia, and only God knows how much from where else, which also screams volumes about where the Democrats are heading on the election trail.
I don’t give much of a Damn, about how the Democrats and their LEFTIST cohorts are going to eat themselves and each other alive, more than thoroughly enjoying the SPECTACLE, which I intend to write a great deal about it, BUT . . .
As much as I LOVE writing about the American Election, and as hard as I try to make a difference, even a small difference to sway any UNDECIDED Vote to the RIGHT, there is just so much I can do.
BUT . . . if everyone who is LIKE-MINDED to us – you and me, who does what I am doing – from Newspaper Writers, Bloggers, the Occasional Television News Show Host, Conservative Radio Talk Show Hosts, and Political Whistle Blowers, I am convinced that we have a REAL CHANCE TO PULL OFF A MAJOR VICTORY FOR THE GOOD GUYS.
I write about everything that I believe is wrong in our societies.
I write about the insanity of how we teach our children, from Pre-School through University, NOT TO BELIEVE IN A MERITOCRACY, and somehow believe that everything is owed to them by the Government . . . from Cradle to Grave.
I write about how far too many Americans are embarrassed at the concept of American EXCEPTIONALISM, as if it’s something to be purged as a disease.
There are no Sacred Cows in what and whom I write about.
I look at Islam and the Moslem WAR against our Judeo/Christian Values, and how they’re doing all they can to wipe-out our Democracies and Republics, which Stand Tall in protection of our Secular Rule of Law, which they are bound and determined to replace with their Laws of Sharia, where the Rights of Women are non existent, and all members of Competing Religions will either take a KNEE to Mohamed and Allah . . . or pay the Price with their (our) lives.
I write about the explosion of Crime in Black American Communities, and how the impregnation of young unmarried Black GIRLS, and young Black WOMEN is spreading like a contagion.
I also write about the lack of marketable skills in the Black Community, and the inability for far too many Black men and women to speak articulately, read, write, and do simple math.
I write about RACE PIMPS like Jesse Jackson, Al Sharpton and the more Upscale Race Pimps like Reverend Jeremiah Wright who ministered to the OBAMA’S, who according to Barack Obama, was like an uncle to him.
I have no idea how much influence my writing has. I hope that from shaking so many trees, some common Sense might fall out. But I guess only time will tell.
What I do know, is that there have been serious CYBER Attacks against Galganov.com, as some of you might have noticed a couple of weeks ago, when one piece of work broke through in the Comment Section, when for a Nano-Second I let my guard down.
That kind of tells you . . . that I’m getting under the skin of Several People or Groups, which also tells me, that if I wasn’t making a difference, no one would take the time and make the effort to do harm to this BLOG.
So, in a strange and perverse way . . . I guess that’s a good thing:
Several Years Ago . . . Pastor Gary Burd of the Fundamentalist Christian M-25 Bike Riders, and I organized a Major Pledge Ride to Dallas Texas, where Christian and Jewish Canadians, Americans and Israelis RODE together, to take the Pledge of NEVER AGAIN on the Grounds of the Cotton Bowl.
But, more than just having an Incredible Experience, making the Ride with a huge Dallas Police Escort on Highways closed just for us, was Making and Listening to Fine Speeches by Fine Men and Women of exceptional character . . . and the PLEDGE itself, delivered by my Good Friend Andy Reti, a Childhood Holocaust Survivor . . . IT WAS EXCEPTIONAL.
As I wrote in the preceding . . . I can do all that I can to change the world, one Atom at a time, and even if I move a Gazillion Atoms, who knows what effect it will have on the Universe, for as the saying goes – The Gentle Flutter Of The Wing Of A Butterfly Disturbs A Distant Star.
I DON’T KNOW WHAT AFFECT I HAVE OVER THE UNIVERSE . . . but I do know what effect I can have here, because I believe, that everything and everyone has a purpose, and that life might not be quite as random as we believe it is.
ON THE PLEDGE RIDE . . . I met a gentleman from the Toronto area, his name is Roman Sydor, who is an exceptional Videographer, who I thought was with a specific Group of Riders who joined the Pledge Ride. But I was wrong.
Roman joined the Pledge Ride, all the way from Toronto, because the purpose of the Ride interested him. And to the best of my knowledge, Roman is not Jewish, and is not religious, I might be wrong in the second assumption, but I don’t think so. But I certainly know that Roman is not Jewish.
Roman didn’t come on a Cheap Bike held together with Duct Tape. He was riding a fully decked-out brand new Harley Davidson Road Bike, with all the Bells and Whistles. His camera equipment was as professional as it got. And his entire demeanor was of a confident man who was on a QUEST TO DISCOVER.
Remarkably . . . Roman and I really hit it off. Right from the Get-Go, and even though there were more than 100 Riders from start to completion, Roman and I spent all of our time Riding in a relatively close formation, just ahead of Anne and Stryker, who were driving behind us in our SUV as back-up.
THE THREE OF US . . . Roman, Anne and I spoke a great deal about nothing in particular. And at one Roadside Greasy Spoon in the Deep South, where the Hundred Plus Bikers stopped to eat, there was a Southern Buffet, with some food on it that we didn’t entirely recognize . . . but what’s a trip without a little adventure, so we each took a bowl of GUMBO, that had all sorts of things in it, that was as spicy as anything I had ever willingly eaten before, and we chowed it down.
The GUMBO was so exceptional, that even though we knew that it was going to melt our insides, we both went back for more, which became a HILARIOUS experience neither of us will ever forget.
ON THE WAY BACK TO CANADA . . . Roman left the group half way to finish his Ride in a different Direction. We shook hands, gave each other the Perfunctory Motorcycle Hug, and parted company.
I HAVEN’T SEEN ROMAN SINCE . . . We spoke on the phone a few times, and exchanged a few emails. But remarkably, this man who happened to join my Pledge Ride out of the Clear Blue, who immediately became a friend over a couple of BOWLS of SPICY GUMBO, has just reached out to me, literally BEGGING for my help, not for himself, BUT FOR THE WOMAN HE LOVES.
Roman’s Wife Tina, to whom he has been married for quite a few years, has been debilitated with Parkinson’s Disease, which she has been valiantly fighting to beat in spite of all the odds.
In the Province of Ontario, where there’s no Private Healthcare, the Province, is the SOLE Healthcare Provider & Arbiter, will not pay for Stem Cell Treatments Tina NEEDS. So, she and Roman took it upon themselves to seek help at a Private Clinic in California, where after one treatment, she actually improved.
I didn’t ask Roman what his financial situation was. Nor did I ask him where he got the money to carry Tina for the past few years, as her condition deteriorated, because I don’t care . . . other than what I do know about Roman . . . is that he will MOVE HEAVEN AND EARTH TO MAKE HIS WIFE WHOLE AGAIN. Just as I would for Anne, and have recently done for Stryker, who too was in a bad way, and because we wouldn’t give up on him, he is now his perfect old-self again.
There is a GO-FUND-ME PAGE set up for Tina, which shows a Detailed Story of the progression of her disease. It also shows how and where so much of the costs have been spent to get her well.
I have no expectations that anyone will send a lot of money. But I have hopes, that a lot of people will send some . . . EVEN IF IT’S ONLY $10.
I know that Anne has been very touched by this story, and in addition to us helping Roman and Tina to the extent that we can, Anne will put this request to help with the Go-Fund-Me Campaign on her Face Book page, asking everyone she knows to help out and PAY IT FORWARD, by asking other people to put it on their Face Book Page to do the same.
REMEMBER . . . Roman and Tina don’t need someone with a lot of money. But need a lot of people with some money.
As I wrote at the beginning of this Editorial . . . It can’t always be about Politics. And no matter how hard I try to make a difference, only God knows if I can succeed. But in this case – I can see the results, and perhaps, I can be . . .
The Gentle Flutter Of The Wing Of A Butterfly That Disturbs A Distant Star.
Best Regards . . . Howard Galganov.