By Lynne Lechter, PHILADELPHIA EXPONENT
The popular dystopian series The Hunger Games contrasts the pampered, powdered denizens of the capital district of Panem with the hardscrabble, miserable lives of the inhabitants of the surrounding districts that the capital controls. It stands as an allegory of our current choices for president. Hillary Clinton is the ultimate capital insider, with rings of assistants who poll test her every rehearsed and guarded word. Donald Trump is the rough-at-the-edges outsider, whose speech is not well-oiled, fluid or nuanced. He identifies with the poor workers and strives to overthrow the corrupt, oppressive power of the capital.
Will we follow our British cousins who voted, via the Brexit referendum, to leave the European Union and throw off the shackles of stifling bursaries? Will we vote for Trump with high hopes of once again feeling pride in the America of exceptionalism? Trump alone is fighting for those ideals and to liberate America from the constraints of the unaccountable and disdainful federal bureaucrats. He wants to eliminate safe spaces and victim categories. When he says he wants to “make America great again,” he envisions “the shining city on the hill,” the return to our founding freedoms to worship as one pleases without government interference, to freely speak without being labeled as racist, misogynistic or xenophobic, and the return to a free press.
Trying to hold on to power, the entire Democratic Party, some Republican elites and our blatantly pro-Clinton press are against Trump. Academia and Hollywood attack machines are also out to get him.
Remarkably, in the third and last debate, Clinton did not deny she was behind the violence instigated at Trump rallies by Democratic thug operatives; she did not deny she was for open borders and amnesty; she did not deny she was for sanctuary cities that harbor criminals, known rapists, murderers and drug gangs, who prey without fear of deportation.
Clinton’s lamentable record proves she is unfit to serve as president of the United States. With Russia, it was she who pushed a “reset button,” and it was she, through machinations inside the Clinton Foundation, who implemented a series of sales that culminated with Russia owning 20 percent of all United States uranium production. Yet, she has the chutzpah to claim that Russia is interfering with our elections to assist Trump.
Her failures in the Middle East have proved deadly, leaving much of the region in ruins. Our precipitous withdrawal from Iraq left a power void in which ISIS was hatched and nurtured. She called Syrian President Bashar al-Assad a “reformer” and stood silently by while President Obama repeatedly allowed Assad to cross his Syrian “line in the sand.” She helped implement the dangerous Iran nuclear deal. As secretary of state she refused multiple requests for additional security from the U.S. ambassador to Libya, Chris Stevens, refusals that ultimately led to his death. She covertly aligned herself with the outlawed Muslim Brotherhood in Egypt, overtly did so in Libya and helped overthrow the governments in both countries, leaving chaos in their wake. Her callousness in promoting the death of Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi is especially chilling: “We came, we saw, he died,” she gloated. This is the legacy of “leading from behind.”
Her avowed friendship with Israel is questionable. In an infamous telephone call, she berated Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu for almost an hour over the building an extension to an apartment complex. She hasn’t objected to Obama’s recent decision not to recognize Jews born in Jerusalem as having been born in Israel. Nor has she fought back against the odious UNESCO votes that affirm Jews have no historical connection to the Temple Mount.
The entire world now knows that Clinton set up and maintained an illegal private server and email system as secretary of state. She destroyed and lied about evidence after having received a subpoena from Congress.
Clinton helped create and implement the Obamacare monstrosity. The program has resulted in lost jobs, failed insurance programs and exorbitant premiums with untenable deductibles for those not receiving subsidies. Even her husband, former President Bill Clinton, has called it a “crazy system.” Despite our prolonged period of low wages and unemployment, Clinton has vowed to raise taxes and close our remaining coal mines, thereby eliminating even more good-paying jobs.
Contrasted with these failures and wrong-headed policies, Trump offers an exciting and promising future. He is fighting for the fundamental compact between our government and its citizens: to protect them from harm both internal and external. That means defeating ISIS and all strains of radical Islamist terrorism. Trump will rebuild our military and enforce existing immigration laws. He will ban sanctuary cities and cut off federal funds to them. Trump will surround himself with a Cabinet and select Supreme Court justices who share these values.
Trump deems terror perpetrated in Israel equivalent to terror in the United States and elsewhere. He has pledged to recognize Israel’s capital as Jerusalem. In fact, Trump’s platform, combined with his dedication to defeating terror, presents the strongest pro-Israel candidate ever. How can Clinton, bought and paid for by “quid pro quo” Arab money, ever be as loyal to Israeli interests?
Donald Trump has a clear practical approach to improving our sagging economy which will create good-paying jobs and convert our dismal 1 percent GDP to 4 percent: He will cut corporate taxes to make American businesses more competitive; he will repeal and replace Obamacare; he will overturn all executive orders and bureaucratic edicts that stifle growth; he will grant a one-time tax break to corporations holding profits off-shore, thereby infusing our economy with billions of dollars that will create thousands of jobs; he will approve the Keystone Pipeline and invest in new infrastructure improvements; and he will renegotiate trade deals that are hurting our workers.
Trump is fighting for a return to the goals of our Founding Fathers: a free and prosperous nation based on the Constitution and governed by a system of laws, many of which are based on those set down in our Torah. How could I not vote for him?
Lynne Kessler Lechter is a practicing attorney in Philadelphia at Lechter & Sasso, P.C., and serves on the President’s Council of the Republican Jewish Coalition.
@ Austin:
I enjoy your stories.
Austin Said:
And who is that. Jennie Jerome always had my greatest sympathy. Bought and sold like a heifer.
Austin Said:
I love Limburger too. My Dad would buy a jar of it and them we would feast.
@ honeybee:
A long time ago, I went to see an older cousin who was in the British service as a doctor on the Island of Dominica on a 5 year stint, and he’d just finished and returned home. He actually loved it there except he couldn’t get the kind of cheese he liked. I wasn’t interested in his dietary habits, I liked it myself but wouldn’t make it part of a complaint. Anyway, we went for a stroll around the old parts of Dublin, near the river, which he knew a lot better than I did.. He brought me into an obscure pub which he knew of, for a drink, with which he ordered some toast and gorgonzola cheese. The barman btought over the cheese on a platter covered with a glass dome. Davie began actually licking his lips, almost drooling. I was looking at him, astonished. Then the waiter offered the cheese platter to him with a sort of flourish, taking off the cover at the same time. SO it was fairly near my nose too.
It was the most revolting smell I’d ever experienced, and believe me I walked past a glue works on my way to town often… And Guinness Brewery was fairly close to my late Father’s business, and it was quite a smeller too. But nothing was like this, it was actually bubbling, and melting, slowly dripping down the sides etc. I was so sick that I had to rush to the door for air, and had to wait there whilst Davie had 2 nice large helpings with his toast. I kept smelling it all the way home………. and I can tell you that this was nearly 50 years ago, and I can still remember how it hit me….
Hillary Clinton should be locked in a room with THAT cheese.
@ honeybee:
Yes I know, Jennie Jerome. No relative of Jerome K. so I wouldn’t ever pay any attention to her. You should read that book. It’s hilarious. It was by far his best, and the film didn’t even begin to live up to the reputation the book had well earned.
Sebastien Zorn Said:
Oy Vey !!!!!!!
babushka Said:
What happened Babs, did Jeff [who has great taste when it come to women] turn you down.
Austin Said:
I LOVE gorgonzola cheese !!! The Jerome hotel in Aspen, Co make the best hamburger with gorgonzola cheese.
Winston Churchill’s mother was a Jerome.
Austin says:
October 29, 2016 at 8:06 am
Bushy-wushy. I like it, my darling! Sweetheart, once you finish competing in the Special Olympics be certain to craft some additional exciting rhymes for your bushy-wushy!!
And thanks for defending Jeff, who needs as much help as possible.
@ Austin:
Thanks. If you remember, I’d love to know. Interesting concept.
@ Austin:
Ty Austin 🙂
@ yamit82:
Yamit, with anything to do with “Babushka”, whom I call bushy-wushy -a pet name I had for an old dog years ago that she reminds me of, so old that she even lost most of her teeth…”all bark and no bite…”, you need not apologise for losing brain cells. The acid and toxic fumes that she dispenses and disperses around “her”, would kill an elephant, or a regiment of Shaka Zulus. Or even Dingaane, who was a Black Caligula. And, if you “lost” a few, you seem to miraculously find them again when a serious comment appears, relating to your expertise.
@ Sebastien Zorn:
Don’t mention it. I always read everything you write with the greatest of attention and understanding. And what I like is that you generally know your subject, and have joined the around 8-10 on this site who really know what they’re talking about, especially when serious subjects are discussed. In my opinion of course…. which, I just realised, puts you in the position of accepting that I also know what I’m talking about.
This is a grammatical “trap” of a sort, and I just can’t recall what it’s named.
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@ Austin:
Thanks
@ Sebastien Zorn:
Very apt, clever too which I appreciate.. And Hannibal wasn’t the latest football star just signed for a king’s ransom… (sorry for the miserable pun, but I had to think quickly-“on my feet” as the saying is.)…..
@ Austin:
Cartilage didn’t fail in a day.
@ Sebastien Zorn:
@ babushka:
The St Louis Browns were a great team in those days. I had a friend who played for them, damaged his cartilage and became relegated to a lower league. When he came back to Canada, because of his baseball, he got a job in the Vancouver Fire Dept, although he was 1 1/2 inches under the minimum height. But he made their team into a winning one. I lost sight of him after a few years, and then, suddenly about 15 years ago, I saw a huge picture of his face, squarely in the middle of the Vancouver Times with the blurb underneath referring to “Fire Chief William”xxx xxxx. He was the Chief Superintendent and was just retiring… Wadda ya tink o’dat.
When I knew him first, he’d been 2 years in the Dept. and told me that he’d never been to a fire yet. He said that about 75% of the men had rotating day jobs and went to their sleep bunks when they turned up for night duty…..Or spent their time making kids toys or….jigsaw puzzles etc.
Great life….. The St. Louis Browns, let go a man who knew his way around…
@ babushka:
I’m sorry I didn’t see this before just now… I’m sure that the many thousands of septic tank workers who had the same happen, did not suffer any brain damage at all. Rather it was olfactory damage, which by a strange quirk of fate, is a blessing to those few friends you may have…by “few” I mean less than the fingers on one hand, -even a hand trapped in a septic tank lid when it suddenly closes- because then , being downwind of you, it won’t give them much more than, say, the smell of gorgonzola cheese, very ripe.
You remind me of the story in “Three Men in A Boat”, of which you’ve never heard..but it was by Jerome K. Jerome, and deservedly the funniest book in the English Language, where one of the Three, George, was trying to bring back a gorgonzola cheese of the very ripeness I’ve mentioned. Every time he got into a railway carriage, it emptied in a hurry, until eventually he found a carriage where one man stayed put. On enquiry, as to whether he smelt anything, he said, no, and when George held the cheese close to his nose, again said, “no, nothing much, reminds me of a dead body”….
It turned out that he was a mortuary worker, but George noticed that at the first stop, he got out rather hurriedly. Eventually after being refused lodgings everywhere, George buried the cheese on the beach, deeply. Ever after, that area became known for it’s “bracing air” and people would be recommended by their doctors, to go there. for a holiday…………..
Now Bubsy-Wubsy, what were you talking about, I don’t think it was much, else I’d have remembered. No matter, get back to your little cellar.
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