Very educational... and for naught. Cut to the chase. The dependent clause, upon which the entire amendment hinges, is "a well regulated militia". Taking your own examples of well regulated there are observed rules, standards, and regulations--IT IS NOT UNRESTRICTED! Ho-hum with this tired and empty argument. And all your great quotes by citizens at that time are first, opinions, and second, never said anything for or against well regulated. If I added quotes from Obama and other like-minded individuals 200 years from now on some 2217 topic, would they be taken as absolutes?

'We will watch you': Bilderberg website hacked
http://www.rt.com/usa/372312-bilderberg-website-hacked/

Hackers have taken down the website of the Bilderberg Club, replacing the shadowy organization's page with a warning that the Atlanticist elites have a year to work for the benefit of humanity or their assets will be hacked next.
"Dear Bilderberg members, from now on, each one of you have 1 year (365 days) to truly work in favor of humans and not your private interests,” the hackers, who identified themselves as the "HackBack movement and Anonymous,” said in a message posted at bilderbergmeetings.org.
“Otherwise, we will find you and we will hack you,” they threatened the “Wealthy Elitico-Political 1 percent.”
“Mind the current situation: We control your expensive connected cars, we control your connected house security devices, we control your daughter’s laptop, we control your wife's mobile. We tape your secret meetings, we read your emails, we control your favorite escort girl’s smartwatch, we are inside your beloved banks and we are reading your assets. You won’t be safe anywhere near electricity anymore,” the hackers said.
The Bilderberg Club is a group of European and American leaders from the fields of politics, industry, finance, media and academia who have met annually since 1954. Their meetings are notoriously closed to the public and blacked out to press coverage.
The most recent Bilderberg conference, the group’s 64th, was held in Dresden, Germany in June 2016.
READ MORE: Bilderberg 2016: World’s top brass meets in Dresden to talk migrants, Brexit and US elections
A cryptic note at the end of the hackers’ statement praises Phineas Fisher as the “greatest human alive.” Fisher is a self-described hacktivist who claimed responsibility for hacking the British-German surveillance company Gamma International in 2014 and cracking the Hacking Team in 2015. He also took credit for taking more than 300,000 emails and documents from Turkey’s ruling AKP party in June 2016; the documents were subsequently published by WikiLeaks.

There are many excuses from the democrats as to why Hillary Clinton lost the election they were sure she was going to win. Racism, voter fraud, and an unfair Electoral College are popular among the left, but none like that of the Russian hacking conspiracy theory. Liberals actually believe the Russian government had a beef with Hillary so they stole the election for her opponent Donald Trump. There is absolutely no evidence of this thing they claim is real, but facts are not something democrats ever concern themselves with. Secretary of State John Kerry said that this Russian hacking had a profound impact on the election.

Just to be clear, let’s look at what democrats believe happened. During the last part of the election, hacked e-mails from Hillary’s campaign chair John Pedesta were released through WikiLeaks. There were no bombshells in these e-mails. Everyone already knew Hillary was an asshole who had complete and utter contempt for average Americans. It’s not like there was anything in these e-mails about Hillary’s crimes and corruption; just that she’s not a very likable person. As I said, this was not Earth shattering information.

The liberals believe the Russian government was behind the Podesta hack, and that the release of his e-mails swayed the election in favor of Trump. US Intelligence has said they think the hack came from Russia but cannot connect it to the Kremlin. They also have no proof that the hack was directed by the Russian government or that there was intent on their part to influence the election.

Most of all, no one, not even liberals except Jill Stein, is trying to say the Russians hacked voting machines and gave Trump enough votes to win. The big problem is that some slightly unflattering e-mails came out.

That being said, John Kerry told MSNBC that Russia hacked our election:

“I think all of the cyberattacks taking place, particularly the Russian one, had a profound impact on our system, on our political process,” said Kerry.

As I stated earlier, America already knew Hillary is a shitty person and that’s about all that was revealed in the Podesta e-mails. How profound of an impact could that have been? That’s like saying Americans were shocked to learn the sun rises in the East.

Unlike most liberals, Kerry didn’t just state something ridiculous and then leave it without an explanation. Of course he is still a liberal so his explanation was equally as ridiculous as his theory.

“It invaded the space of our election. The releasing on a regular basis of one party’s stolen emails had an impact,” Kerry said.

Oh, I get it now. Much like how liberals need “safe spaces” to escape the real world, our election was a liberal safe space where the first woman would be elected to the White House. You see, it was “safe” to assume Hillary was going to win and when that didn’t happen, it couldn’t just be that America rejected her and the entire Democratic Party, there had to be another reason. Safe spaces are delusional escapes from reality, so when Trump’s victory smacked liberals in the face, they needed to create another lie bubble to shield them from the results of a fair and free election.

The funny thing is that democrats living in denial about why they lost the November election, as well as the House and the Senate, is going to deliver Trump’s reelection in four years on a silver platter and ensure Congress stays Republican. It’s not racism, sexism, a rigged system, or Russian hacking. Democrats represent freaky fringe groups and whacko social issues, while most of America cares about jobs and security. Until they come up with a party platform that addresses the real issues American voters are concerned about they will continue their slide into irrelevancy.

Mercycorp.org is one organization you can send your donations to. Their corporation is registered in Scotland. As a matter of fact, there are 37 organizations completing for your charitable gift and Scotland is the most popular place of registry.
Everyone is smart enough to know that 2+2=4, and everyone these days knows that Google is a perfect fact checking device.
For example; Amazon spent 14 billion dollars on its Tennessee distribution center. Kentucky spent 3 billion dollars on its newly finished bridges project into Indiana. And today's cost for a one mile stretch of 3 lane highway northbound is 7 million dollars, double that adding southbound = 14 million per mile.
My point is you cannot rebuild a country for 2 hundred billion dollars, and these organizations admit that 83% of the money they take from us goes for programs and only 13% touches the hands of the people in need.
They have also approached the United Nations for funding and a ruling is in the works.
Make no mistake, this is taxpayer money that will be given to a participant in the Arab Spring of 2011 that resulted in the self-destruction of their own country.
I am glad that Obama will be out of office before this thing is ruled upon, and can only hope the whole process disintegrates before I loose one more dollar.
STUPID IS AS STUPID DOES!

I read yesterday that Trump has done more for America sense Nov 8th (and hasn't been sworn in yet!) than Obama has done in 8 years... Which got me to thinking just what has Obama done for America in 8 Years??? Nothing is what I came up with... Don D.

STATE OF MIND

THANK YOU FOR MY CHRISTMAS, PRESIDENT-ELECT TRUMP!

Gina Loudon Revels In Hard-Fought Election Victory

World Net Daily ~ Dec 24, 2016

I detest sycophants. I don’t even like fans. I don’t worship people. I love my children and my husband, but I don’t idolize any of them. I have never been star-struck meeting a Hollywood A-lister or even Charles Krauthammer or Phil Robertson!

I am ethnically Jewish, so traditions are sacred to me. I serve a living Savior, Jesus Christ, and I celebrate His birthday every day, and especially at Christmas time. I don’t care if it’s the “right day.” I got over legalism a long time ago, too.

All of that is why I hesitate to say what I want to say in this column: Thank you for restoring Christmas, President-elect Donald Trump.

One year ago, and for the last decade, I didn’t foresee a Christmas that felt like the Christmases of yore. I remembered Christmases under Reagan, and I even felt that way with a Bush or two, briefly. I remember feeling like this time with family was so uniquely hopeful, so patriotically American, so unexplainably magical – and then the left began to win the war.

A cloud of darkness overtook my hope, and it transcended even my faith.

I didn’t realize it then, but I couldn’t fully celebrate all that is the True Spirit of Christmas while I was obsessing over the loss of the freest country in the world, ordained by God Himself to be uniquely His own, uniquely American.

The regressive left had a choke-hold on my freedom of speech in ways that oppressed me and depressed me, and I saw the erosion of faith, freedom, hope and holiness. For some reason, the shine and color of Christmas made that darkness more obvious by contrast, and the more I tried, the more I failed to find that true Christmas joy.

Then Obama became president. That choke-hold on my spirit became a straight-up strangulation.

I moved out of my comfortable, suburban, dinner-hosting, charity-attending life and surrendered my life to being a full-time activist, which moved me from Missouri, to Alabama, to the belly of the beast: California. So much for the tennis-playing, carpooling, suburban professor and wife-of-a-politician life I had planned. I had a country to save, or die trying. I dedicated myself to that end.

When Mr. Trump began running, he was the only candidate I didn’t know and had never interviewed. He was the last person I wanted to run.

I had met him casually at events, but at the Las Vegas primary debate I covered, I interviewed him for the very first time.

I was shocked by his humility in person, and his thoughtful answer to my questions. But more than that, I was shocked that he stayed much longer than any other candidate to mingle with press and people. He didn’t limit his rope line to the elite media, like the rest did. He stayed until the last blogger got his question in, and until the last small-town radio reporter had his mic touched unknowingly by the breath of a future president.

It was in that moment that I had what was tantamount to a vision, as best I can describe it. I realized that any of the other primary candidates, no matter how much I liked them, would need to sell their souls to accrue the money it would take for the establishment elite to “let” them have it. As the wife of a former senator from Missouri, I knew the deviousness of the establishment all too well. Trump’s independent wealth could, well, Trump that.

Then I thought of the guttural honesty Trump seemed unable to avoid. How refreshing I found him to be, even when he made me bristle. Honesty was something I thought was lost on American politics forevermore. But he was saying what many were thinking, and even though his political neophytism was glaring, he seemed to be learning at breakneck pace. As a university teacher and a homeschool mom of five, I recognize a “teachable spirit,” and I saw it in Mr. Trump.

There were problems, though. My husband was on record and had given money and was even fundraising for Sen. Ted Cruz. But he wasn’t alone. So were my business partners and some of my friends. One of our closest family friends – our former nanny – had taken a high-level position with Cruz. The daughter-in-law of my network boss was doing Cruz’s communications, and my own pastor, who is a close family friend, was texting me almost daily to “discuss.” To defend Trump would be certain social and professional suicide. I had no choice.

I was one of the 100 founding members of the tea party. I founded the BUYcott movement that supported businesses when leftist regresssives tried to destroy them for their free-market free speech. I gave up my KitchenAid for a picket sign, a radio host’s microphone and, ultimately, to gaze into the dark eye of a camera day after day to do what I believed was the only thing that might save our country: No holds barred activism. Why would I stop now? How could I be so disingenuous to have come this far and to now use my platform to do what felt … comfortable? When has truth ever been comfortable?

I was all in, damn the torpedoes, those who would threaten me and all the rest of it. In my mind, I went head down. I stopped paying attention to haters on social media and elsewhere, and I tried to count each cut a medal for what I believed was a revolutionary battle.

But the time apart from my family took its toll.

There were the debates, the conventions, the constant media hits, taking constant social media hits, the speeches, the travel, missed baseball games and performances, the phone calls from home while running to the next city, the last-minute tissue just before the cameras went live, and poof! I had my footing.

I remember countless speeches where I implored that yes Trump is flawed! But that I believe God could, indeed, use this flawed man just as He had used all of us and many in the Bible, as well. I remember endless TV appearances where I gave my most forthright commentary, even when my voice was shaking because I was checking myself so hard at every turn.

I found my friends who felt even more persecuted than me. I focused on the prize. I watched as my candidate was put through a literal hell, and I realized my little piece of it wasn’t remarkable at all. And I counted the months, then the weeks, then the days, then suddenly – it was only hours.

New York beckoned. I was torn. My children, my husband and my neighborhood warriors we call the “Rebel Alliance,” who went door to door for weeks with no fanfare, shouldn’t I be with them to watch election night? There was my ever-loyal producer who first opened my eyes to take a second look at Trump and stood beside me through every single hit – the TV kind and the painful kind. There were my real friends who loved me no matter whom I supported – they would all be gathered at my favorite wine bar overlooking the Pacific Ocean in my cozy little beach village. How could I not be there with them?

A call from my friends in New York was all I needed, “Gina! You HAVE to come! We will make history tonight and you have to be here with us to celebrate!”

Katrina had a suite right by the victory hotel, and I could stay with her. I could do my hits in studio and that was only a couple of blocks from where Team Trump had decided to have the party. I would be with my battle-proven soldiers, the other Trump media surrogates who had taken the hits. No matter what happened that night, we would be together.

At first, we nervously mingled around the Hilton in Times Square, New York City, like grooms waiting to see if the bride would show at the altar. I met pastor Darrell Scott’s lovely wife. I did selfies with Omarosa, and Lynne Patton, Katrina and I compared notes on sleep patterns and shoes. I met Miss Wisconsin, who, though terminally ill, had a dream to live long enough to see Trump elected, and here she was! Judge Jeanine. K.T. McFarland, Laura Ingraham and I gauged the media fallout should the race go one way, or another. Nervous chatter to pass the time until the numbers would paint a picture we had been working tirelessly to see for more than a year of our lives.

I went over to see where I needed to be for my next hit. I was standing with one of my favorite Fox News producers when I looked into the press risers behind us. I saw the look of Carl Cameron’s face as he double took on his laptop screen sitting beside him. I can’t remember if I said it to Fran, or if she said it to me, “We just took Ohio. Oh my gosh, we are going to win this thing!” We hugged and cried and then looked at each other and did it again.

My phone rang in Face time. I pushed the green button, tears streaming, as I looked into my phone and saw the face of my whole family, friends and fearless freedom fighters from my little beach village on the other side of the country. But a voice caught my ear … “Mama!”

It was my baby, Bo, who is a tiny 10 years old.

“Mama!!! Can you hear me? Mama? Mama are you there?” His sweet voice rang in my ear like rain on a cracked desert floor just as the first raindrop has fallen in full anticipation.

“I hear you, Bo! I love you! I … did you see? Did you see what is happening?”

“Mama! We are going to win! Mr. Trump won Ohio, and he is going to win, and all of our time apart and all of the things we fought for my whole life really mean something! Mama, we won! We won together, Mama!”

They had me on a movie screen to address the Rebel Alliance team at the West Coast victory party, but I couldn’t say a word. I was mesmerized that my little 10 year old, Bo, completely got it. He shared in his part of this victory. He felt it in his grasp. He saw what risk and sacrifice and selflessness and dedication to a cause bigger than self could mean. He believed in miracles that night, and a mighty God who sent His Savior to save our world, and a flawed businessman to revive our country this night.

“A bloodless revolution” was all I could utter through the tears of absolute gratefulness, “and I love you, Bo!”

This Christmas, there are a few Trump Tower shopping bags under our tree, and a special spring in our step as we celebrate a God so infinitely capable of moving His hand if we will only humble ourselves, and pray, and seek His face (II Chronicles 7:14).

That is our plan this Christmas. It has never felt so good to say Merry Christmas, because I believe now that the overreaching government won’t take it from us and replace it with something agnostic or satanic.

Thank you, Mr. Trump, and the Trump family and staff, and to all of you who sacrificed to elect this president to restore our hope this year. Thank you to my family and friends, who fought and waited and waited and fought. And thank you most of all to the One and Only True God, who uses the weak to confound the wise, and the flawed to reprove those who believe they are blameless.

“For you see your calling, brethren, that not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called. But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty; and the base things of the world and the things which are despised God has chosen, and the things which are not, to bring to nothing the things that are, that no flesh should glory in His presence” (1 Corinthians 26-29).

“For unto us is born this day, in the City of David, a Savior who is Christ the LORD!” (Isaiah 9:6). Amen.

Merry Christmas, in every way!

http://www.wnd.com/2016/12/thank-you-for-my-christmas-president-elect-trump/#xTesJJY3xO1SP6rl.99