WTF??? Singing Like Canaries...In a Coal Mine...

Filmmaker Of “Media Malpractice: How Obama Got Elected” Arrested By USC Security

From Pat Dollard, I learned late last night that John Ziegler, my guest on last Monday's "The Dame Truth" was arrested for...are you ready for this...?

...HIS crime? Daring to interview USC journalism students about Katie Couric’s journalistic practices. Dare I note that I am shocked? Or shall I simply accept the fact that we have lost our First Amendment rights of freedom of expression, that is, of course, unless one is a member of the Corporate or Government Elite, such as Messrs. [no pun intended there] Immelt, Zucker, or Obama, a member of Congress, a DHS official or a main stream media newsreader, who are all allowed to libel and slander our troops, characterizing them as what amounts to crazed, violent homicidal maniacs waiting to blow up their own country. THEY have freedom of expression; WE do not. John Ziegler interviews students about the mindless Katie's [yellow] journalism, for which she won an award; Anderson Cooper makes a foul, odious joke likening patriotic Americans' rallying for their country to practitioners of perverted sex. Both are rewarded for base, small minded conduct, and John Ziegler gets arrested for politely but firmly speaking his truth. For John, twas ever thus: He has been paying the price for truth most of his life. Just read his 2005 treatise on "The Death of Free Speech" to see how sublimely ridiculous it has all become.

I don't often ask for direction, especially since I have learned over the last year that our millions of petitions for redress, emails of concern, faxes to follow up and phone calls to flood switchboard now fall on deaf, dumb and often hostile ears, but in this case, I feel it no less than incumbent upon each and every one of us to contact the Annenberg School [Annenberg? Really?! Now, WHERE have we heard THAT name before...it is a Challenge indeed...Oh yes! Messers. AYERS and OBAMA have very close ties to that name, via the Woods Foundation...and a few other things... ;) ] ceaselessly and continuously with a solid barrage of H & I protesting the death of free speech, especially at the hands of a "School of Journalism & Communication."

GO TO IT!!!! Sic 'em Lulu! Please contact the Dean of the Annenberg School of Communications--ceaselessly. Especially if you are not in California, where you can be arrested for such things.

Office of the Dean
Annenberg School for Communication
University of Southern California
3502 Watt Way
Los Angeles, CA 90089-0281
tel. (213) 740-6180
fax (213) 740-3772

The school of Journalism Department (A division of the ASC) here:

School of Journalism
USC Annenberg, Suite 303
tel. (213) 740-3914
fax (213) 740-8624

Friday the 13th

For some, the number 13 portends challenge--there are many tall buildings which do not have a 13 floor, or at least do not CALL the 13th floor by that name; many go from #12 to #14 in the hope of averting what is sometimes termed as "bad luck." There are others who profess faith in the good luck brought by that number. In my view, it all comes down to circumstance, vision and attitude.

On February 13, 1944, a sunny Sunday morning, my father's B-17 was shot down on the way back from a "milk run" [beware, always, those words!] as he returned from what was supposed to be an easy mission. Hit by three German Folke-wolfe 190s, one of his crew was killed instantly as the plane plummeted toward the of the English Channel, sinking so fast that they were unable to ditch before it hit the water. My father, an officer and a gentleman to the end, was the last man out of the sinking ship and the lifeboat did not work. He held up two of the men who couldn't swim until they were rescued, first by a seaplane that blew its engines trying to carry so many people and then by a minesweeper. My dad and the other 8 survivors continued to fly until the end of the war.

Last year I made contact with someone who saw my dad's plane get shot down that day. He said, " We were flying over the Channel and it was a bright, beautiful, sunny day. The mission was over and the guys (from other planes) had all got out of their ball turrets. I didn't. I was in mine looking back at France. All of a sudden three Folke-wolfe 190s come right at us and fired 20 mm cannons. They went right underneath me and hit the plane below."

Now, the odds of finding someone who saw that plane go down, and is still alive to tell the story are small indeed. My father always celebrated that day; he called it his "real" birthday, the day he was given the rest of his life. Many years later, he joined an organization that was formed on that same day in 1913--The American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers. For him, the number 13 held significance indeed.

The point is, we don't always know whether an event is good or bad, for ultimately each series of events unfolds to reveal the next. So, even though things may look bad for our country today...keep the faith...never give up...keep treading to stay afloat in that cold Channel water of Challenge...and know that the rest of the story has yet to unfold!

Thank you Dad, for being you...may you be at peace among the true angels among us. I love you.