(World News Trust) -- Silently I have been swathed in commentary of the current Republican choice for the United States presidency. I listened, watched, and did some heavy reading about the Palin choice by McCain, and knew something was amiss but could not put my finger on it.
I have had a gut feeling since her selection for the V.P. spot that she is lying about many things. There's the Troopergate issue, where she fired people without merit of reason, which is under investigation. Attempts to block that inquiry are being done by both her and McCain's legal teams. If she isn't lying and there's nothing to hide, then why block an inquiry? Simple, because she is lying. She denied her support that was for the bridge to nowhere. She said she sold the state owned jet on Ebay, but did not. There are so many other lies I can mention but I raise one specifically.
Sarah Palin, the Governor, the person, because I could care less that she is a woman or a man in drag that looks like Bush, is a liar. She specifically goes around, telling the big lie and no one has even bothered to mention this particular one. There is no way that Sarah Palin, or anyone else for that matter, can see Russia from Wasilla. To the due west of Wasilla is a mountain range, and that blocks the view past it pretty well. And don't forget the five to six hundred miles that separates Wasilla from the coast of Russia. I don't know about you, but the last time I checked, five hundred miles of earth curves in such a way that no human could possibly see around that curve unless they were in orbit around the earth!
So, in essence, Americans, again, are being duped again by the ridiculous claims of a person that wants to hold the second highest office in the land. The Governor of Alaska is so crazy, and yes I say crazy because the insanity of the amount of lies she tells can only be called pathological, and in my book that is just crazy, that she should be not only questioned, but hospitalized and medicated for the things she is perpetrating.
I know I am being a bit heavy-handed in my assessments here today, but really folks, why pull any punches when she is not? And also, why pull punches against someone so willing to make up a bunch of guff just so she can get elected as well? And why pull punches when a person tells that many lies to so many people? Shouldn't that person be pulled off their high horse? I think so.
But anyway, here I sit on the beach in Malta, and there is one more thing I want to tell you. I am in Malta, and I too can see Russia from my house!
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T.P. McWhorter was born Talbot Porter McWhorter in Jefferson City Missouri on July 23rd, 1941. He was born the fourth of seven children including two brothers and four sisters. McWhorter's father, Leopold, the first born son of Scottish immigrants, was a railroad man who travelled up and down Missouri train lines making repairs and handled upkeep for the lines throughout the state.
Leopold fought in WWI as a foot soldier for the United States from the beginning of the war to sometime in 1917. It was during that time he developed the skill of engineering to become a railroad technician. By the time T.P. was born, Leopold was not home much and McWhorter's mother mostly raised T.P. and rest of the the family and took care of their small farm. McWhorter's mother, Katerina, was born in the Ukraine and met Leopold after WWI in Philadelphia in 1925 when Leopold was working for the railroad there. Besides running the small farm where they raised a couple of cattle, chickens and some sheep for family food, Katerina worked as a washer woman who was brought the clothes of the local upper class residents of Jefferson City. She was well-loved around the town, and Leopold was the most respected train technician that ever worked on the line. Both died tragically during a weekend vacation when their climbing harness rope snapped while the two were shackled together on the sheer face of a small mountain in Colorado. They fell nearly a thousand feet before they hit the ground.
It was T.P.'s oldest sister, Griselda, who became the head of the family after news of the parents' demise reached the farm by telegram. T.P. was emotionally crushed at not being able to say goodbye to his mother whom he was always close to. He developed obsessive compulsive behavior including repetitive handwashing remeniscent of Howard Hughes, and the paranoid agoraphobic behavior that confined Jim Backus to his home for years. Writing became T.P.'s world where he lost himself in pages of unending fantasy. T.P.'s stories of imaginary worlds, characters that were riddled with obsessions and addictions, dominated the boy's life for seven years before he was forced from his home when Griselda sold the family farm out of selfishness to spend money on fancy clothes and shoes.
After the farm was sold, T.P. and his two brothers moved into a small house. His brothers supported him as he still remained an agoraphobic obsessive hand-washer, and soon developed other paranoid delusional behaviors that included a great fear of transforming into anything other than who he was already, which is symptomatic of the hand-washing compulsion, and also a hatred for odd numbers. It was only when his brother Utgrad came home drunk one night and fell asleep smoking and the house caught fire that snapped T.P. back to reality after he saved Utgrad and his other brother Remo from their imminent deaths. Like being splashed with water while in a daze, the fire was a wake-up call to T.P. and he immediately lost all of his compulsions as he embraced life to the fullest and became an adventurer, traveller, and writer. For the last several years, T.P. has been living on the island of Malta writing short stories and doing archeological digs trying to uncover the link between the Maltese people and the mythical island of Atlantis.