Hat tip to Vanderleun.
The CIA has concluded in a secret assessment that Russia intervened in killing Harambe the gorilla, according to officials briefed on the matter.
Intelligence agencies have identified individuals with connections to the Russian government who provided WikiLeaks with thousands of hacked emails from the Cincinnati Zoo and Botanical Garden and others, including Harambeâ€™s own caretaker, according to U.S. officials. Those officials described the individuals as actors known to the intelligence community and part of a wider Russian operation to boost the nearby Columbus Zoo and Aquariumâ€™s profits.
â€œIt is the assessment of the intelligence community that Russiaâ€™s goal here was to favor one zoo over the other,â€ said a senior U.S. official briefed on an intelligence presentation made to U.S. senators. â€œThatâ€™s the consensus view.â€
The Obama administration has been debating for months how to respond to the alleged Russian intrusions, with White House officials concerned about escalating tensions with Moscow and being accused of trying to boost Columbus Zooâ€™s revenues.
The Trump transition team dismissed the findings in a short statement issued Friday evening. â€œThese are the same people that said Cecil the Lion had teeth of mass destruction. Itâ€™s now time to move on and â€˜Make Columbus Zoo Great Again,â€™â€‰â€ the statement read.
Trump has consistently dismissed the intelligence communityâ€™s findings about Russia.
â€œI donâ€™t believe they interferedâ€ in the killing of Harambe, he told Time magazine this week. The killing, he said, â€œcould be Russia. And it could be China. And it could be some guy in his home in New Jersey.â€
Russians helped Donald Trump win this years US election, assassinated John F. Kennedy in 1963 and hid Saddam Husseinâ€™s weapons of mass destruction, the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) confirmed today.
President Barack Obama ordered intelligence agencies to review cyber attacks and foreign intervention into the 2016 US election and deliver a report before he left office, and was astounded at what the civilian foreign intelligence service of the United States federal government found.
â€œThe Russians are to blame for everything wrong with America today,â€ Mr. Obama pointed out, reading from a ten page report into the CIA findings, â€œWe didnâ€™t know until now how much the Russianâ€™s have influenced this whole planet over the last 50 years. Thankfully the CIA have accumulated all this evidence in just a matter of weeks, which is an incredible feat considering how long they took to find Osama Bin Laden, who we now believe was also backed by Russiaâ€.
Furthermore, the intelligence agency also found that Russia was also responsible for several coups around the world, including Libya, Venezuela and may have orchestrated the 911 attacks on New York, the Pentagon and probably created the Zika virus while it was at it.
â€œRussia is really, really bad and they support Donald Trump,â€ a CIA spokesman confirmed in a brief statement, â€œDonâ€™t ask us how we know all this because we canâ€™t tell you as itâ€™s very, very top secret; you will just have to trust us and take our word for it,â€ adding â€œWe would never deliver fake newsâ€¦ not even onceâ€.
Another horror story from 2016. Toronto Life
Poor Little Benjamin Ryan had to go to the Psych Ward for three days to save himself from suicide after November 8.
I found out Donald Trump had won the Electoral College while midstream in providing a urine sample for the emergency psychiatric staff of a New York City public hospital. The unlockable bathroom door in this unescapable wing was ajar, and I could hear the victorious Mike Penceâ€™s sinister Sunday-school baritone taunting me with the truth from the hallway television.
For the preceding witching hours of election night, I had lain in a fetal position amidst a cast of anonymous men nursing their own crises, my hands clasped tightly over my ears. It wasnâ€™t that I minded the howls of the guy nearby who was shackled to his cot and monitored by an unimpressed brood of policemen. Instead, I wanted to spare myself any word of the far greater insanity unfolding beyond the hospital walls.
Drained of tears, too tired to sleep, I stared at the fluorescent ceiling lights â€”which, indifferent to our suffering, remained on throughout the night â€” and endured the passing time by willing my thoughts to vanish into the dull glow. For a second, I imagined someone would burst in and proclaim, â€œItâ€™s all right, Hillary won!â€ and I would bound out of bed, awoken from this nightmare.
This was all just a dream, right?
A while before, during the final hour of November 8, I had committed myself to institutional psychiatric care. A generation or two ago they would have said I was suffering a nervous breakdown: catatonic, plagued by involuntary jerking motions (my head furiously shaking â€œNo! â€), speech patterns disjointed, weeping uncontrollably.
During the final hour of November 8, I had committed myself to institutional psychiatric care.
Terror drove me to this interrupted state. I was afraid for the nation, for the stigmatized and oppressed. I was also afraid for my own life. Because the values and principles I hold dear felt fatally incompatible with the hate and bigotry that Trumpism had come to stand for. I did not want to live in a world that would elect such a man as president.
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Roger Franklin has been deriving deep pleasure from looking on at the left’s post-2016-election tantrum.
On yesterdayâ€™s bus to New York two of my fellow passengers were very glum girls indeed. They were students most likely, sporting backpacks, Hillary buttons and matching pairs of red and puffy eyes. As we shuffled aboard, the taller laid her head on her friendâ€™s shoulder and heaved a few more tears, the perfect picture of heartbroken misery.
It was lovely to watch.
And it only got better as the shock and horror of democracyâ€™s result on November 8 inflicted its dreadful torments on Generation Snowflake, whose serried brat-allions, summoned by social media, turned out to march down Fifth Avenue that night. I heard about the protest over dinner with my son, a dual-citizen who lives in New York and whose phone was running hot with Facebook messages from contacts variously de-friending him or simply heaping abuse on his tousled head.
â€œIâ€™ve just been called a fascist again,â€ he said with a rueful smile after a message from his gender-fluid cousin interrupted the poori and chicken-liver appetiser. His crime against leftist sensibilities? He had observed via Facebook that there might well have been another Democrat destined for the White House if Team Hillary had not rigged the primary system in order to render Bernie Sanders a mere annoyance, rather than a bona fide contender. He had a point. …
The truculence being paraded down Fifth Avenue seemed the product of political disappointment and a consequence of errant parenting. This was Generation Brat in full voice and the self-absorption was deafening. The anticipated pleasure of victory on election night had been denied them, so the response was a tantrum. The election was invalid, yelled a bearded young fellow from beneath his fashionable man-bun, never bothering to exclaim why the orderly and honest exercise of a nationâ€™s franchise needed to be overturned. At another corner, an obese young woman was being hugged in her tearful misery by a coterie of friends, all equally upset. There was the chanting of predictable coupletsâ€”â€œHey, ho, / Trumpâ€™s gotta goâ€ and â€œDump Trump / Dump Trumpâ€â€”and vows and pledges to oppose and frustrate â€œthe racist Trump agendaâ€ at every turn. Had these children never before been denied that for which they wished? Evidently not, and now they were throwing a tantrum worthy of toddlers. And not just in New York: across America similar rallies were congealing.
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Hat tip to Karen L. Myers.
Glenn Reynolds lists some of the infantilizing responses of universities across the nation to Donald Trump’s untoward election, and it is an amazing list. This large-scale attempt at playing-the-victim is, of course, one more example of the standard leftist technique in which moral jiu jitsu is used to marginalize and intimidate the majority.
Trumpâ€™s substantial victory, when most progressives expected a Hillary landslide, came as a shock to many. That shock seems to have been multiplied in academe, where few people seem to know any Trump supporters â€” or, at least, any Trump supporters whoâ€™ll admit to it.
The response to the shock has been to turn campuses into kindergarten. The University of Michigan Law School announced a â€post-election self-careâ€ event with â€œfood and play,â€ including â€œcoloring sheets, play dough [sic], positive card-making, Legos and bubbles with your fellow law students.â€ (Embarrassed by the attention, UM Law scrubbed the announcement from its website, perhaps concerned that people would wonder if its graduates would require Legos and bubbles in the event of stressful litigation.)
Stanford emailed its students and faculty that psychological counseling was available for those experiencing â€œuncertainty, anger, anxiety and/or fearâ€ following the election. So did the University of Michiganâ€™s Flint campus.
Meanwhile, even the Ivy League wasnâ€™t immune, with Penn (Trumpâ€™s alma mater) creating a post-election safe space with puppies and coloring books:
Student Daniel Tancredi reported that the people who attended were â€œfearfulâ€ about the results of the election.
â€œFor the most part, students just hung out and ate snacks and made small talk,â€ Tancredi told The College Fix. â€œOf course, that was in addition to coloring and playing with the animals.â€
At Cornell, meanwhile, students held a “Cry-in.”
As the event took place, students â€” roughly 20 or so, according to the Sunâ€™s video â€” wrote their reactions and emotions on poster boards with colored markers, or with chalk on the ground. A chilly day on the Ithaca campus, at one point the demonstrators huddled together as what appeared to be a barista brought them warm drinks. Several adults, most likely professors, stood around the group. The event appeared to take on the atmosphere of a funeral wake.
Yale had a â€group scream.â€
At Tufts, the university offered arts and crafts, while the University of Kansas reminded students that there were plenty of â€œtherapy dogsâ€ available. At other schools, exams were cancelled and professors expressed their sympathy to traumatized students.
Itâ€™s easy to mock this as juvenile silliness â€” because, well, it is juvenile silliness of the sort documented in Frank Furediâ€™s What Happened To The University? But thatâ€™s not all it is. Itâ€™s also exactly what these schools purport to abhor: An effort to marginalize and silence part of the university community.
In an email to students, the University of Michiganâ€™s President, Mark Schlissel, wrote: â€œOur responsibility is to remain committed to education, discovery and intellectual honesty â€” and to diversity, equity and inclusion. We are at our best when we come together to engage respectfully across our ideological differences; to support ALL who feel marginalized, threatened or unwelcome; and to pursue knowledge and understanding.â€
But when you treat an election in which the â€œwrongâ€ candidate wins as a traumatic event on a par with the 9/11 attacks, calling for counseling and safe spaces, youâ€™re implicitly saying that everyone who supported that â€œwrongâ€ candidate is, well, unsafe. Despite the talk about diversity and inclusion, this is really sending the signal that people who supported Trump â€” and Trump carried the state of Michigan, so there are probably quite a few on campus â€” arenâ€™t really included in acceptable campus culture. Itâ€™s not promoting diversity, itâ€™s enforcing uniformity. Itâ€™s not promoting inclusion, itâ€™s practicing exclusion. And, though it pretends to be about nurturing, itâ€™s actually about being mean to those who donâ€™t fall in the nurtured class. Schlissel says he wants the University of Michigan to be â€œa welcoming place for all members of society,â€ but how welcome can students who backed Trump feel in the wake of this performance?
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North Raleigh Community Church Pastor John Pavlovitz says that when you voted for Trump, you were making more than a political choice:
I donâ€™t think you understand us right now.
I think you think this is about politics.
I think you believe this is all just sour grapes; the crocodile tears of the losing locker room with the scoreboard going against us at the buzzer.
I can only tell you that youâ€™re wrong. This is not about losing an election. This isnâ€™t about not winning a contest. This is about two very different ways of seeing the world.
Hillary spoke about a diverse America; one where religion or skin color or sexual orientation or place of birth arenâ€™t liabilities or deficiencies or moral defects. Her campaign was one of inclusion and connection and interdependency. It was about building bridges and breaking ceilings. It was about going high.
Trump imagined a very selective America; one that is largely white and straight and Christian, and the voting verified this. Donald Trump has never made any assertions otherwise. He ran a campaign of fear and exclusion and isolationâ€”and thatâ€™s the vision of the world those who voted for him have endorsed.
They have aligned with the wall-builder and the professed p*ssy-grabber, and they have co-signed his body of work, regardless of the reasons they give for their vote:
Every horrible thing Donald Trump ever said about women or Muslims or people of color has now been validated.
Every profanity-laced press conference and every call to bully protestors and every ignorant diatribe has been endorsed.
Every piece of anti-LGBTQ legislation Mike Pence has championed has been signed-off on.
Half of our country has declared these things acceptable, noble, American.
This is the disconnect and the source of our grief today. It isnâ€™t a political defeat that weâ€™re lamenting, itâ€™s a defeat for Humanity.
Weâ€™re not angry that our candidate lost. Weâ€™re angry because our candidateâ€™s losing means this country will be less safe, less kind, and less available to a huge segment of its population, and thatâ€™s just the truth.
Those who have always felt vulnerable are now left more so. Those whose voices have been silenced will be further quieted. Those who always felt marginalized will be pushed further to the periphery. Those who feared they were seen as inferior now have confirmation in actual percentages.
Personally, I think this sanctimonious lunatic crap is Pavlovitz’s own problem and nobody else’s.
. . .I crawled into bed and cried for reasons I still [canâ€™t] quite put into words, falling asleep before the election was called.
In the morning, I woke up to a New York Times news alert and social media feeds filled with disappointment. The United States had democratically elected a man who, among so many other despicable qualities and policies, is accused of and boasts about committing sexual assault.
As a woman passionate about gender equality, womenâ€™s leadership, and ending sexual violence; as someone dedicated to the Clinton campaign and ready to make history; and, quite frankly, as a human being, I didnâ€™t know how to process this.
I still donâ€™t. I felt for my friends and anyone who feels that this result puts their safety and their loved onesâ€™ safety at risk, acknowledging that I am not the person this outcome will affect the most.
I didnâ€™t leave my room Wednesday morning. I sat and sobbed and I still have the tissues all over my floor to prove it. When I absolutely had to get up for class, I put on my â€œDare to say the F-word: Feminismâ€ t-shirt and my â€œA woman belongs in the House and the Senateâ€ sweatshirt to make myself feel stronger. Still crying, I left my room.
Ironically, she titled her letter “Stronger Together.”
Best Liberal Reactions to Election Contest, 2: Lena Dunham: “I Ached in the Places That Make Me a Woman”
You knew that Lena Dunham was going to compete.
Actress and Hillary Clinton campaign surrogate Lena Dunham has broken her silence after the Democratic presidential candidateâ€™s loss to Republican Donald Trump earlier this week, describing in a blog post the agony of being at Clintonâ€™s election night party in New York City and insisting that she â€œnever truly believedâ€ that Trump could win.
The 30-year-old Girls actress, who had hit the campaign trail repeatedly for Clinton for months leading up to the election, described waking up on Election Day feeling â€œrosyâ€ and â€œthrilled,â€ only to see the good feelings evaporate hours later at the Jacob Javits Center in Manhattan, when the election returns came flooding in.
“At a certain point it became clear something had gone horribly wrong. Celebrantsâ€™ faces turned. The modeling had been incorrect,â€ Dunham wrote in an essay for her Lenny Letter blog. â€œWatching the numbers in Florida, I touched my face and realized I was crying. â€˜Can we please go home?â€™ I said to my boyfriend. I could tell he was having trouble breathing, and I could feel my chin breaking into hives.â€
Dunham said she left the party early and was informed of Clintonâ€™s loss when a friend called and told her.
The actress wrote that as a result of her support for Clinton throughout her campaign, she received â€œthreats and abuseâ€ at a level she could never have imagined. However, she remained hopeful that her detractors represented â€œthe dying moans of the dragon known as the patriarchy being stabbed again and again in the stomach.â€
We believed that on November 9, theyâ€™d be licking their wounds while we celebrated. It is painful on a cellular level knowing those men got what they wanted, just as itâ€™s painful to know you are hated for daring to ask for what is yours. Itâ€™s painful to know that white women, so unable to see the unity of female identity, so unable to look past their violent privilege, and so inoculated with hate for themselves, showed up to the polls for him, too. My voice was literally lost when I woke up, squeaky and raw, and I ached in the places that make me a woman [Emphasis added], the places where Iâ€™ve been grabbed so carelessly, the places we are struggling to call our own.