On June 27, 1993, there appeared in the London Telegraph a lengthy article about Britain’s secret education establishment. It was revealed that since 1941 this shadowy association, known as the All-Souls Group and representing some of the most powerful people in the world of British education, has been meeting three times a year in an oak-paneled room at Oxford University. The article stated:
The to-the-point question: Where’s the Birth Certificate? And for that matter, why is the President of the United States spending millions on legal teams to block access to it? This issue has not, and will not, go away until President Obama comes clean and produces the document and proves himself a natural born citizen of the United States, or until the public furor and legal fallout intensifies to the point that the President finds himself ineligible to run for President in 2012.
I’m so mad about Libya that, in my mother’s inimitable phrase, I could chew nails and spit bullets. And no, I’m not talking about our pusillanimous leader in the White House, who can’t even get his Secretary of State and Secretary of Defense on the same page. I’ll get to that bunch of dishonest incompetents in a moment.
Whether or not illegal aliens are doing jobs Americans won’t do, they’re certainly getting benefits Americans don’t get. This is the finding of a Center for Immigration Studies (CIS) report stating that a whopping 70 percent of illegal-immigrant households with children receive handouts via a government program. The rate for immigrant households with children overall (both legal and illegal) is 57 percent, versus only 39 percent for such native households.
As the anniversary of “that famous day” on “the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five” approaches, you may recall that one goal of “the midnight ride of Paul Revere” was warning John Hancock and Sam Adams. The two were between Congresses, so to speak: having attended Massachusetts’ Provincial one, they would shortly head to Philadelphia for the Second Continental. In the interim, they didn’t risk returning to Boston with its infestation of Redcoats; rather, they stayed in Lexington at the home of Rev. Jonas Clarke, a staunch Patriot. Hancock must have felt especially secure: as a boy, he had lived with his grandfather, then the town’s preacher, in that same parsonage for 6 years after his father died.