Psychology fascinates me as it is in the blood of my heritage in many forms. My relatives are household names who in going astray have led the malcontent and the base with seared soul to the abyss of inhumanity. In my not so distant past are the creme de la creme of English regality who manipulated the masses to mass fortune. Charles Darwin is a relative of mine in direct bloodline. I have the Germani in the person who literally started psychiatry which the globalists have been mass manipulating people with for centuries.So when I speak of these things, I actually have in my veins the very lines of the people who changed the world.
I also have in direct line the signatories of the Declaration of Independence and numbers of Biblical names one can still read in the Old Testament. So in the balance, satan has tried to destroy me for the jewel which God has made me. I though do not speak of such things ever as the merit of one is based not upon lineage, breeding, genius or station in life which far exceeds the sheep of the pasture the patricians sheer, what matters most in life is faith in Jesus and John Wayne or his real persona, Ronald Reagan, rugged individualism.
So when I have little minds try and lecture me about things they can not comprehend, because they have never been at direct station in serving God or kings, or, I have amusing vacuous emails from nasty patrician mouthpieces spreading the badspel according to Obama, it does get my attention, but I do find it amusing in ways, because these types have no idea who they are dealing with and would be in awe if they really comprehended what they had just done.
In that, I have in the past few years, been fascinated by what appears a trend to me in certain groups. Liberals for example like HuffPo like to form these loud mouthed character assassination squads of Arianna preening at the top and then this ilk spewing filth to make the queen of cess their pool of delight.
Sean Hannity and Rush Limbaugh while standing alone, need a Festus to accompany their Marshal Dillon on the thought escapades which they venture into.
Then there is the "nice guy" group which fascinates me in ways like Robert Spenser from Jihad Watch who has a hammer in Hugh Fitzgerald to do his dirty typing for him. This patrician order who are in the Conservative genre flows into Newsbusters with Matthew Sheffield, the rather nerdy and greasy spokesman for the Bill Buckley big brother oracle group keeps rather silent while employing a hammer in Noel Sheppard to attack people as he whacks all who dare not bow before him.
One person in this patrician group though who helped elect Birdie Obama who has fascinated me is Joseph Farah, as he has the most lovely of wives and has gathered about him some of the most rugged individuals who are genuinely brave and nice people in Pat Boone, Jack Cashill and Aaron Klein, but yet one finds time and again Joseph Farah going ballistic as in the Lawrence Sinclair emails he sent which were venomous and not at all in any Christian Light.
I have received like emails when suggesting something to Mr. Farah and it left one wide eyed in wondering what PMS pill he missed that day as in being respectful and sincere, one gets a snotty reply like Steve Quayle once sent me in "You're no servant of mine", when I was being polite to him in attempting to educate him on the way the world really turns.
So I have puzzled Joseph Farah in wondering how strange he can act of night and day. Granted there is a prima dona factor in people who carve out empires of information like Jeff Rense who once a switch is flicked you are gone like Al Cuppett or any of he current buddies he gathers around himself to form his group of affirmation, but I believe I know what is behind Joseph Farah's rudeness and it is really the little boy in him.
The answer came this past week in I was listening to Michael Savage, who I do not listen to as I do not have the time. None of this is directed at Mr. Savage or for that matter Jeff Rense or even that coward Noel Sheppard, because I view all of this psychological manifestations in profiles which fascinate me in how some successful people need the pack mentality, some are lone wolf and some tolerate the lesser buck as they are Rush Limbaugh of the stag wood.
See Joseph Farah champions Michael Savage a great deal. Personally while Mr. Savage is quite correct on the issues, he is like listening to someone saw yellow pine with a crosscut handsaw. It is necessary, but not like the whisk of a plane shaving wood from a cherry wood top.
While Mr. Savage was banned from the UK by some socialist twit in London, Mr. Farah dove in head over heals championing him as featured stories pushing that agenda........almost displacing Obama birthers for awhile.
This is key as it appears Joseph Farah the Christian who invests great amounts of time in Christian pursuits, also gets great numbers of people slapping him across the face which in turning the other cheek he is in overload.
This is where Michael Savage comes in, as Mr. Farah hears Michael Savage being rude, pounding the bajesus out of liberal dolts, ordering them around like a BDSM sex session, is what snaps inside Farah at times and he emulates Michael Savage at the worst possible times and at people if God's Holy Spirit was operating in him constantly, he would recognize the problem or people and stop it.
The alter ego of Joseph Farah is Michael Savage, but where Michael Savage dispenses his strikes on liberals, Joseph Farah at times eats God's own.
So as everybody of this regal class needs a hot dog on their bun from Bill Ayers once using little Oscar Meyer Obama to this interesting information class of the patricians who either overtly like Rush Limbaugh has Bo Snerdly or someone like Charlie Rose to Mortimer Zuckerman has a speed dial index of like minded leftists to spill the dirt on in character assassination to someone of a lesser order like Tim Russert feeding Bob Novak, the partners in this delicious meal they serve daily are their red meat overtures in venting what the little boy or girl inside is hurt by for the moment.
Barack Obama was Stanley Ann Dunham's hot dog in her steamy bun to make of him an anti American to fulfill her American dream, but in the end she tossed the wiener out as spoiled as she was trying it adopt a black Korean child to replace the failed Birdie.
I find the need for the frankfurter a most interesting symbiotic relationship the powerful elite or those in ascendancy lock into orbit with in various forms or lesser moons to the lightning striking from their thunder to all accomplish the means to the end which validates and brings them daily fulfillment.
In closing of this profile segment, in the above photo which Obama was chewing on a regular hot dog I lengthened, I was more fixated upon Muchelle Obama in the background or now on the end of the hot dog.
Her expression is priceless as she is studying in shock, want to be doing that and in lurid disgust of Obama stuffing that tube steak into his wide open mouth.
It makes one wonder if her thoughts were of her own lack of hot dog oral manipulations on her husband or if Donald Young and Lawrence Sinclair entered into her mind if Obama had done the same thing with such ravenous appetite for their frankfurters.
In either case of the Obama oral hot dog, Muchelle was once again appropriately dressed in a tablecloth with a napkin tied around her neck.
That of course is another interesting profile in why the wife, Obama, has an uncontrollable urge to dress in drapery fabric, flour cloth painted fire hydrant yellow in Rome or in this case some one's table cloth.
It is all part of the psychological profile and the psychopathy which drives the choice in acting out.
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