California’s home-roasted descent into mental illness accelerates.

This state I call my home.

If I could lift my jaw from the floor long enough, I might actually summon some modicum of disheartenment over what a totalitarian shitshow this state has become.

 

LOS ANGELES — A Los Angeles judge has determined that coffee companies must carry an ominous cancer warning label because of a chemical produced in the roasting process.

Superior Court Judge Elihu Berle said Wednesday that Starbucks and other companies failed to show that benefits from drinking coffee outweighed any risks. He ruled in an earlier phase of trial that companies hadn’t shown the threat from the chemical was insignificant.

 

Los Angeles County Superior Court Judge Elihu M. Berle.

 

It never fails.

 

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Something wickedly brown this way comes and it could bring the immigration issue to a head…Trump’s Pearl Harbor?

In a bizarre turn of events, a horde of thousands of Central American immigrants has “decided” to embark upon a northward journey, by foot, to the shores of the Rio Grande and other indeterminate geographical markers separating the United States from Mexico. The journey has led them to Mexico, currently; they illegally entered that country but Mexican authorities are turning a blind, duplicitous eye, and allowing the brown horde to continue on its way.

BuzzFeed, and all Left commiserating enablers, call it a “caravan.”

 

Taking a drag from her cigarette, a Mexican immigration agent looked out toward a caravan of migrants that grew larger with each step they took on the two-lane highway.

When the agent, who’d covered her uniform with an orange and white shawl, learned that the Central American migrants heading her way numbered more than 1,000, she took off for the restaurant across the street.

“I’m going to have a relaxing Coke,” she told BuzzFeed News.

For five days now hundreds of Central Americans — children, women, and men, most of them from Honduras — have boldly crossed immigration checkpoints, military bases, and police in a desperate, sometimes chaotic march toward the United States. Despite their being in Mexico without authorization, no one has made any effort to stop them.

Organized by a group of volunteers called Pueblos Sin Fronteras, or People Without Borders, the caravan is intended to help migrants safely reach the United States, bypassing not only authorities who would seek to deport them, but gangs and cartels who are known to assault vulnerable migrants.

Organizers like Rodrigo Abeja hope that the sheer size of the crowd will give immigration authorities and criminals pause before trying to stop them.

“If we all protect each other we’ll get through this together,” Abeja yelled through a loudspeaker on the morning they left Tapachula, on Mexico’s border with Guatemala, for the nearly monthlong trek.

When they get to the US, they hope American authorities will grant them asylum or, for some, be absent when they attempt to cross the border illegally. More likely is that it will set up an enormous challenge to the Trump administration’s immigration policies and its ability to deal with an organized group of migrants numbering in the hundreds.

 

This is a concerted foreign invasion perpetrated by an enemy of the state known as People Without Borders. There is no way such a large disparate group of uneducated and unorganized rustic Central Americans would collectively embark on such a deliberate invasion of a foreign country without some “assistance” and goading.

Who is People Without Borders?

From their home page:

About us
For more than fifteen years, members of Pueblo Sin Fronteras have been reaching out to the most vulnerable immigrants in the United States and to migrants and refugees on the move.

We are a collective of friends who decided to be in permanent solidarity with displaced peoples.

We accompany migrants and refugees in their journey of hope, and together demand our human rights.

We provide humanitarian aid to migrants and refugees on the move.

 

Our Dream
Our dream is to build solidarity bridges among peoples and turndown border walls imposed by greed.

 

The level of organization transcends the ability of the lowly indigenous. There are meddlers at higher levels organizing this march in order to create a critical mass designed to further inflame American passions in the anti-Trump direction. This is a coordinated effort orchestrated by those who wish to see borders dissolved forever in their quest to erect an amorphous global community in which the poor and stupid dilute civilization back to primordial levels of dirt-eating existence.

 

 

 

BuzzFeed continues:

 

Before setting out on the journey, the migrants were organized into groups of 10 to 15 people, and a leader was designated for each group. Five groups were then banded together in what organizers call a sector. While there are organizers from Pueblos Sin Fronteras leading the way, much of the effort to get to the US border is in the hands of the migrants themselves.

They’ve been organized into security, food, and logistics committees. Organizers say it’s meant to help the migrants empower themselves.

Sandra Perez, 40, who’s also from Honduras, is one of two women who belong to the security committee. It’s not her first caravan: She has traveled with a procession of Central American mothers through Mexico in search of disappeared migrants.

“I like doing this, it makes me happy and I feel useful,” she told BuzzFeed News.

Alex Mensing, another organizer with Pueblos Sin Fronteras, made that point clear to the migrants before the group started out. He also stressed that everyone is responsible for their own food, water, and payment for vans or buses. Still, it’s far cheaper than being assaulted or falling into the hands of unscrupulous smugglers.

“I’m here to work together with the people who had to leave their countries for whatever reason,” Mensing said through a loudspeaker. “We’re fighting together. We’re not here to give anyone papers and we’re not here to give anyone food.”

Mensing said Pueblos Sin Fronteras isn’t calling on people to make the trek, but if they’re going to try to go through Mexico on the way to the United States, the group will help them.

Alex Mensing, globalist minion.  Someone should kindly ask him who is funding this latest trek.

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Who is Francho Bradley and he is a lunatic or a real governmental virus-chasing spy?

From the Department of Can This Possibly Be Nefarious?

Police in Tewskbury, Massachusetts, received a curious phone call from a man on Sunday afternoon reporting that someone was breaking into his hotel room at the Marriott Residence Inn. He further explained that he wasn’t at the hotel but suspected something was amiss because the security video feed of his room stopped suddenly as he was driving toward Boston. It never did that before, he went on to explain.

 

Francho Bradley

 

The man, Francho Bradley, 59, of Frisco, Texas,

 

asked police to check his room since he admitted there was an unsecured gun in a drawer inside and because he “didn’t want the gun to get into the wrong hands,” according to a police report.

But when Tewksbury police entered Bradley’s room, they found far more than just one gun.

Officers immediately noticed several rifles sticking out of a green flight suit that had been wrapped around them and laid on the room’s floor, according to a police report.

Police obtained a search warrant for the room and Bradley’s vehicle, and ended up finding eight large-capacity guns, including an AK-47, and an AR-15 that was equipped with a bump stock, a grenade launcher, and a silencer, according to a police report.

Officers also found 19 large-capacity magazines for various guns, dozens of rounds of ammunition, laptop computers, cell phones, walkie talkies, tactical vests, and smoke grenades among other items, according to a police report.

“It should be noted that five of the high capacity magazines were affixed to each other by a homemade case. This was concerning because it allows an individual to shoot off all five magazines in a short amount of time,” police wrote in a report.

When interviewed by police, Bradley said he brought the weapons with him from Texas because he “needed them with him for his mission.”

“Francho went on to say he can’t tell us what he does for work or why he has all the guns with him, but that he is down in this area working for a government agency that is dealing with a virus,” police wrote in a report.

A virus?

Reminds me of the case of Timothy Cunningham, the CDC investigator who went missing a month and a half ago, and still has not been found.

Francho Bradley’s puzzling story intensified as police investigated his curious hotel room.

Bradley declined to name the agency or say more because he said the information was classified, according to a police report. Bradley told officers there was no one they could call to verify the information, according to a police report.

At one point Bradley told police he owns Ensyme Engineering, but did not want to comment on what the company does.

Robert Normandin, who represented Bradley at arraignment, said his client is an Army veteran and that Enysma Engineering sells accessories such as communication devices to the military and other clients.

Normandin said the weapons and accessories were “props” that Bradley uses while conducting that business.

Normandin said the gun accessories found by police are not actually functional, though he said he was not immediately sure if the guns themselves were functional.

The website for Enysma Engineering says the company strives “to help business owners develop a solid foundation and operational strategy so they can be successful.”

While the website touts products such as walkie talkies and headsets, it makes no mention of guns or firearm accessories.

Bradley told officers he worked for Los Angeles Police for about five years around 1984, but Los Angeles police told Tewksbury officers they could not immediately confirm whether Bradley ever worked there, according to a police report.

Bradley also claimed to have played “prominent roles” in the Obama campaign and German government, “and single handedly saved a one star general who was kidnapped a few years ago,” according to a police report.

 

And this curious snippet.

 

In one paragraph of the police report, officers noted Bradley got parking tickets in the same part of Cambridge on successive days, even though he claimed to have no ties to the city. That made officers suspect he may have been conducting surveillance, according to a police report, which also notes that the March for Our Lives was held in Boston this weekend.

 

Why would Bradley call the police on himself whether he was on a mission or not?  It was a mission-breaker move.  He knew that a police visit under the cloud of information he volunteered would not be conducive to “should you wish to take it.”  Why would he call the police rather than investigate his interrupted feed on his own;  perhaps the feed was interrupted for a reason.   Was Bradley on an assigned mission and his only chance to break the commitment was voluntary surrender to police and thus exposure (and ensuing “protection” going forward) of his involvement?

Why was he in Massachusetts with so many weapons on Sunday, the day after the march which the police investigators wondered about?  All that weaponry is impressive, but it can’t shoot backwards in time.’

And maybe Francho Bradley is just a jive-talking shitposter spinning tall tales around which he’s built an illusory reality.

In other words, maybe he’s a lunatic.  From what is, presumably, his Facebook profile.

I’ve circled the “interesting” likes for a man supposedly on a secret government mission while awash in a sea of weapons at an anonymous hotel outside Boston this weekend.

Lunatic?

 

 

 

 

 

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This Leftist screeching sounds an awful lot like a [Deena] Katz being skinned alive.

The face says it all.

 

 

Deena Katz, for those who may not be acquainted, is one of those wealthy, elitist Left Coast slimeballs who cower behind the shimmering veneer of virtuous do-goodyism which has a condemnatory way of placing anyone who disagrees with said wench in the “bad right-wing person” category simply because they don’t humor all the niceties spewed by those who wish cynically make the world a better place.

Deena Katz and that effin face. Lord.

The sound of a Katz being skinned alive is what this sounds like.

Katz, co-executive producer of ABC’s “Dancing with the Stars” and a producer of HBO’s “Real Time with Bill Maher,” grew up in a progressive home in a wealthy, conservative and almost entirely Caucasian area of Rancho Palos Verdes. Katz’s parents took great pains to involve her in activities with kids of various backgrounds — her mother, one of the first women to demonstrate a breast self-exam on TV, going so far as to organize underground summer camps in East L.A.

When Katz arrived at the idea to organize a Los Angeles counterpart to the Women’s March on Washington, she learned that [fellow Womens March Los Angeles organizer, Emiliana] Guereca had already pulled permits for such a march and the two combined forces.

 

Listen to the screech.

Like nails on a chalkboard.  Behold the shrill sanctimoniousness shatter your eardrums.

 

“It’s not just about me. It’s about everyone. It’s about religious rights. It’s about workers’ rights. It’s about teachers. It’s about reproductive rights. It’s about Muslim rights, and I’m a Jew. It doesn’t matter. We all have to get out there and fight for everyone,” says Katz.

 

Everyone, hear me hiss.

This raging Libshit cunt has her hands in all Commie pots. Spreading that horrid visage thinly across all causes and Fixations of the Democratic Wealthy, she can be found lording over just about all Hollywood-fueled bouts of high-society virtue signaling and anti-Trump bluster. And of course, guess what new Lefty pot she is hunched over, stirring up a toxic brew that seeks complete overthrow of traditionalism?

Why she is enabling the snot-nosed kids, of course.

Millions of dollars in donations have poured into a fundraiser launched by student survivors of the school shooting last month in Parkland, Florida. When it comes to activism, the teens say they’re running the show. But there are adults behind the scenes of March for Our Lives: A document uncovered by HuffPost reveals a diverse board of directors that includes public servants, legal experts and professionals based outside of Florida.

The document lists Deena Katz, an Emmy-nominated producer and the co-executive director of the Women’s March Los Angeles Foundation, as president. She is helping organize the March for Our Lives on her own as an individual, a 42 West spokesperson said.

Katz attempts to minimize the vitriol of her hatred of Donald Trump from behind the facade of “positivity” and “empowerment” concerning all her quasi-political charades, but it’s obvious to anyone familiar with her type that Donald Trump is the common denominator that inversely drives all leftists to emotive nuclear meltdowns disguised as “general” political action and expression.

In fact, the smarmy Katz, by virtue of her position in the Industry, and as Executive Producer of Dancing With The Stars, cannot shun any opportunity to make some grandly subtle anti-Trump metaphorical statement.

From May, 2016, well before Hillary was penciled in to win that year’s Presidential election:

From the moment Marla Maples first appeared on screen in this season’s premiere of Dancing With the Stars, in a fur stole and with a champagne flute dangling from one hand, she was a vision. As she floated across the stage to the opening strains of “Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend,” the whole performance may as well have been a big, bedazzled middle finger to her ex-husband Donald Trump—an exhibition of her undiminished charm. But it also felt like more than that. Onstage, lounging on the judges’ table as tuxedoed men presented jewelry to her like an altar offering, she was ethereal, above the fray, in control.

It had been about 25 years since Marla Maples’ last turn in the limelight. In 1992, when she was 28 years old and newly married to Donald, she starred in The Will Rogers Follies on Broadway. Since her marriage ended in 1999, she had been quietly raising her daughter, Tiffany Trump, in California, largely avoiding the public eye. Multiple reality shows had courted her over the years, and she never accepted. “I felt like people had seen enough of my personal life, living in the spotlight like Donald and I were during our marriage, and [I never even got] paid for it,” Maples told me. When Dancing With the Stars reached out to her last year, she was 52 and her daughter was about to graduate from college. She worried that the public knew her name for the wrong reasons. “Donald was a very important part of my life,” she said. “But I wish more people remembered me as a Broadway actress.”

Dancing With the Stars casting director Deena Katz had heard Maples was a fan of the show. She’d tried to recruit her for a previous season, but Maples had declined. Katz knew, for obvious reasons, “that this was a very crazy time for Marla and her daughter,” she told me, but she also knew that there might never be a more perfect moment. Katz arranged a Skype call and assured Maples that, if she signed on, her storyline would not be Marla Maples, the ritzy damsel last seen on Donald’s arm. It would be Marla Maples learning the quickstep. Katz assured her, “When you step onto that stage, it’s about you. It’s not about Trump.” Maples was intrigued. “Deena told me, ‘We’ll take care of you,’ ” Maples said.

Uh-huh.

Sure, Deena.  That unmistakable demonic screeching that sounds like someone skinning a  Katz never sounded quite so…unnerving. Your agenda is writ on that mug of yours. Your eyes, permanently affixed in a scrunched let’s-save-the-world’s-feelings spasm.

Thank you for watching over us. What would we do without the likes of you?

 

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