Monday, June 08, 2015

Entire World Headed to Us: Ann Coulter Denounced for Noticing

By Mallory Millett
http://www.americanthinker.com/
June 8, 2015


Jorge Ramos and Ann Coulter

Of all the people I know in the world of political commentary, Ann Coulter is the most un-ransomable captive to truth, in-depth-study of facts, consequences and her Daughters of The Revolution passion for America.

The other week, I traveled to Miami with Ann for her debate with Jorge Ramos, of Univision TV, over her new book, "Adios America." She'd crawled out of her sickbed to keep that date.  I know, because I was the pal who for days dashed back and forth with the raw ginger, mango juice, Alka-Seltzer Plus/Nightime, cases of water, various lozenges and prescriptions from CVS.  It was imperative that she be well for what she considered an important interview.  And, whew, she made it!

Although still ill, Ann came with a fully loaded quiver and Jorge was no match for her.  I was disappointed, for I'd expected a sparkling event but this reporter came to the test without his homework. He began the interview by challenging her numbers.

Anyone with the slightest exposure to Ann knows never to do that.  She’s forever under the menacing microscopic eye of "The Vast left-wing Conspiracy" and makes it her business to come fully bolstered by indisputable facts, facts, facts.

The only racist on that stage was Jorge Ramos, who could not stop attacking the white lady long enough to truly hear the incontrovertibles she pronounced in rapid-fire sequence.  He constantly spoke over her.  Reality visibly bewildered Jorgito.  Truth hurt.  It was traumatic for him, super-surprising and threatening; he kept getting smaller and smaller as solid facts, logic and reasoning flew through the air and over his head.

I call Ann a "lady" because that's what she is -- through and through.  We've experienced much together for many years so I'm fully equipped to speak of her.  She is, indeed, a lady, kind, fine and generous.  A lady with a sting, yes, but I've found genuine ladies are pretty tough dames who suffer not knaves gladly.

She was wrong because she was too white.  An honest ear and open heart would not be coming from Ramos’ audience to her.  No mercy for white people!  Plug your ears and sing, "la, la, la, la, la, la, la" because anyone that white must be bad and should never be heard.  She's too white not to be a racist; too white to deserve belief.

Ann was the only one in the hall who added fresh insight to the encounter.  One point she made clear is that if an immigrant flees a Third World dump, the last thing he wants is to watch his country of sanctuary become the place he escaped. This possibility didn't faze Ramos, probably because his fondest hope for America could be utter failure: a brand-new deficient nation for the world: Northern Mexamerica.  

Ramos introduced Ann as someone "who doesn't want immigration reform"... that sort of sleazy semantic manipulation: (Newspeak for "This is a bad person")  

Wrong.  

Ann most definitely demands immigration reform -- total reform: shut down the agency; a triple fence on the border; no one coming in, even legally, for a decade; complete overhaul of the laws.  Now, that would be honest-to-gosh real reform.

When she mentioned crime statistics, Ramos did have his gotcha ready: "Oh, so do you think certain people are biologically predisposed to committing crimes?"  (You racist, you!)  Ann fired back, "No, I think there are cultures that are, obviously, deficient and if they weren't deficient you (Jorge Ramos) wouldn't be sitting here in America interviewing me.  I'd be sitting in Mexico.  You, yourself, fled that culture!"

She explained to Ramos that the America to which the immigrants ran can't sustain itself and won't exist; soon they'll be in the same stew out of which they jumped.  This is not a race issue; it's a culture issue.  They left for very good reasons.  "You fled Mexico!" she exclaimed, adding, "Why do you think Mexicans who came to America would want to recreate Mexico here?  You are not speaking for the legal immigrants who ran from Mexico.  They left."

"America needs diversity!" Ramos cried.  She cried back, "One quarter of the population of Mexico has emptied into America already. Thirty percent of legals are Mexicans; sixty percent of illegals are Mexicans.  That's not diversity!”

I couldn't grasp what she'd just said:  That 25% of Mexico's people had relocated to the US?  Do people know this?

Ann pressed on, "That's the Mexification of America. How many would be enough?" Jorge fell into shocked silence.  "How many?" Ann insisted.  "One half?... ALL of Mexico?  Should we just take in all of Mexico?"  Ramos was dumbstruck.

Perhaps if someone had clued him in that Ann was captain of her lacrosse team in High School as well as a fencing “champion” in the Connecticut State Finals he might have boned up a tad more.  Seeing him struggle to keep up was like having to watch me play tennis with Sharapova.

Jorge Ramos ain't got the chops to get on a stage with Ann Coulter any more than NBC’S Matt Lauer -- which is probably why you won’t see Ann on The Today Show anytime soon.  Nor was James Carville up to dueling with her in Atlantic City a few years ago.  She soooo demolished James that he was reduced to incomprehensible babbling, his body doubled into a hook-shape resembling osteoporosis, his face pitched toward the floor and during the last fifteen minutes he bobbled about like an unfit prizefighter facing Sugar Ray.  I got scared something was happening to Carville; was it a psychotic episode?  Woe betide anyone who doesn't have the stuff and climbs into a ring with Ann.  She made hash of him. It was embarrassing.  Had I been Mary Matalin, I'd have packed up and left that night with a kid under each arm.

It's amusing the way the Left is dependably bewildered by well-armed, well-equipped adversaries. Inevitably, they resort to trickery, sleight of hand, their infernal sound bites and bumper-sticker philosophies.  Mr. Ramos's repertoire was composed of just such feeble blips that we've heard and, moreover, disproven, time and again.  He repeated something to the effect of, "Immigrants created this country; immigration is the history of this country; immigrants made America" over and over again; a monotonous chorus interwoven with Ann's substantive and narrative verses.

She responded that settlers, not immigrants, made this nation.  "You came from immigrants," he pled.  "No, I did not," she said.  "No, everyone here is from immigration," he insisted. "No, my people were settlers," she said. "There was no country when my people came and it was settlers who made this country."  He just kept yelling that immigrants made America.  "No," she instructed him, "The Dutch and British invented America.  The first seventeen Presidents were settlers, not immigrants."

"In your book you say Americans should ‘fear illegal immigrants more than ISIS.’"  "Yes," Ann replied calmly, "I have a tip for you: if you don't want to be killed by ISIS don't fly to Syria.  If you don't want to be killed by a Mexican I don't know what to tell you." At this, Ramos was breathless, hung out to dry in a vast stone-cold silence.  (One might have gotten away with a quickie powder room dash.) 

It was the telling moment of the debate; a blinding light had stopped that deer in his tracks.  Ann broke the emptiness, reasoning to his incredulous face, "If you don't want to be killed by ISIS don't go to Syria."
"But it's good economics," he sputtered at one point.  "You need the workers and these people need jobs."  "No," she said, "it is not economics.  There are (billions) out in the world who are suffering on what? -- two dollars a year?  They'd all like to come here.  Mexico happens to be within walking distance.  You're the one discriminating against the poor Bangladeshis who would love to come here but they cannot walk across the border.  Why do you discriminate against them?  It is not humanitarian. It is not diversity.  It's just changing our culture into Mexico without checking with the American people."

We are a people who rue past slavery so why would we import a layer of second-class workers? No, as usual, the Democrats, feigning "compassion," persist in creating a proto-slavery with high numbers of second-class virtual slaves undercutting citizen workers who dare to ask an honorable wage.  Yes, the Democrats, once again, are trying to pull an end-run around The Civil War, so they can form a new slave-class. They never saw a form of dependency, of slavery, they didn't love and have spent long hard years fighting the Republicans over this.  It has always been the Republicans wrestling the Democrats to the ground in order to get slavery out of our society.

Ramos was undaunted in defending his delusions, much to the admiration of his cohorts.  This guy has a constituency depending mightily on his fake numbers and their audacious demand that we suffer uninvited intruders into our home, despoiling, raiding our labors and resources and dragging our culture down into deficiency, dependency, inertia.  

I was once a Leftist but I got hip to their tricks and feints.  I learned that they're pretty much a bag of tricks.  In fact, a big part of the fun of being "a revolutionary" is the lying, dodging and obfuscating. (Google "Clinton.") It's fun to fool people.  The Left has only slim truth for their favorite quarrels; there's little recourse for them but to yell "racist!" or "sexist" in crowded theaters.  When I was in the thrall of my Marxist sister, Kate, that's what we did when confronted with "squares", "straights"... trickery and clever ploys… the coinage of the Left.

During the Q and A, one of Ramos' fans, a known political activist, an illegal herself (for 22 years) disingenuously begged Ann to come down from the stage and "acknowledge her humanity" by hugging her. Aha!  The parlor trick, the preposterous signature antic that eternally oozes out of the Left!  Here it was! They never go anywhere without it.  As if you or I, discovering a stranger in our upstairs bathroom, would respond happily to his demand for a hug.

We had wondered what circus-trick they might pull. Here was the inevitable "plant." Now I, the one making runs to the grocery and pharmacy, am proof positive Ann was miserable with a "thing" we tried, for days, not to spread.  She wasn't hugging her friends so she wasn't about to hug this trickster or, as she joked with Hannity a day later, "The headlines would have read, 'Coulter infects illegal alien.'"  She didn't recoil from her, per se, but rather, from spreading her own germs.  Had Ann the same sinister malice as that "plant", she might have hugged her huge illegal body and sent her packing off to ICE for deportation along with a nasty virus.

Mexico, which thinks this land was or is theirs, is slyly snookering the dismantling of our Constitutional Republic, the erasing of our hard-won borders: Mexico, herself, will only admit people, "according to their possibilities of contributing to national progress."  Here they are, a deficient culture, a failing nation, yet they have high standards of admission while we, a truly fine culture, ask for nada, taking whatever intrudes.  

America needs to do the same as Mexico: to oversee the "raising of our average not the lowering of our average.  The USA is not a charity organization," said Ann.  As she put it to Ramos,  "We're not running an international humanitarian process.  This isn't a charity mission!  The American government exists to protect the American people who live here not to help out all the people of the world.  America is the best in the world and we are about to lose it and everyone who lives here is going to lose that!" she wisely warned.

"Others are in need!" we hear.  But we also know well that "charity begins at home." It's a cliché because, apparently, we need to be reminded often.  If we help others while ignoring our own households and starving our offspring we know this defies decency and common sense.  We are honor-bound to feed, educate and medicate those who already make up our families and legal citizenry.  

You'd have resentful, traumatized children if you had two of them in a three-bedroom house and allowed fifty strangers to move right in and sleep in their beds, inhale their food, tear up your house, raiding what you've provided for your own family. It is utterly merciless and hardly sincere charity to deplete resources we earn for our own for the upkeep of stealth invaders who enter criminally and make a beeline for U.S. government assistance and food stamps.  

"What kind of country would do that?" Ann demanded of him.  "It's madness!"

Americans have mistaken weak policy for goodness, kindness and charity.  What is not charity and what is mean-spirited is to give your own little one's spaces, care and futures to aggressives crawling through the basement window.  Charity must be parochial, first! We need to demonstrate to generations coming up that we are seriously cultivating the country we hand to them.

What sense would it make to your kids to let those fifty home-invaders stay with you after they've broken in?  What?  You say, "Gee, guys, these folks came in through the window in the middle of the night and we're afraid to kick them out!?"  What would your children think or say about you?  We have given our all to creating this blessed place of order, civility, sanctuary.  We are mandated by common sense to stand up solidly for it and ourselves and to prevent American culture from morphing into the Third World hellhole next door.

I used to live in Asia and without a trace of exaggeration can tell you that every single person, from 6 to 65, whom I met in The Philippines, India, Hong Kong, China, Vietnam, Japan, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan (and also, University of Mexico where I did my Junior year of college), every single one was brimming with visions of America somewhere in their near or distant futures.  I was very young and charmed and happy so many people admired us.  Except that after a few years charm had turned to alarm!

By the time I returned to the States it was full-blown panic.  I wanted to run up and down streets, boulevards and avenues screaming, Paul Revere style,  "Everyone in the world is coming... batten down the hatches... they're all on their way!!"  Letting this happen is an unsustainable plan and seriously lacking in wisdom. 
Ann's last remark to Jorge Ramos was, "You're a cultural imperialist!!"

When people speak so dismissively about the border; act so blasé about our borders; this is propaganda in an effort to overrun and eliminate borders. Of course the Left, as they do with everything, claim, "It's all about race and racists!"  No more is it much a matter of getting to be an American, at least on the activist level.  With them, in the larger picture, it's about dissolving our sovereignty so that "American" would become an obsolete label replaced by "Citizen of the World."  Many have plans to liquidate the sovereignty of America and with it the sovereignty of the American individual.

At the heart of Judeo-Christianity is the sacredness and saving of the lone soul.  We nurture purity in that soul... accountability for sins and errors endured by the solitary being.  This is what is being assaulted... the very existence and meaning of personal integrity is under siege. At the core of it is The Collective. There's nothing to do with race here and bringing in race is bunk, a pernicious distraction. This attack on America is all about the triumph of The Collective over the singular.   

Imagine, actually, the loss of American sovereignty.  Then imagine, actually, the loss of your personal sovereignty.  Now, read "Adios America" and discover a lot of surprising stuff you definitely don't know.
Take your choice… whatever race you happen to be: Do you want to be a Citizen of the World or do you want to be a Citizen of The United States of America?

What was especially fascinating about this encounter was that you could visibly track Ramos' handpicked audience coming over to Ann.  By the end they liked her.  It was palpable in the studio.

It takes some nerve to stick up for yourself when you are wrong... when what you're defending is a whopper of a lie. But Jorge Ramos hung in there passionately, gasping, interrupting and spinning on the spot.  I witnessed how he was transfixed by Ann's logic. I saw that he kind of wished he could switch sides because she was clearly smarter than he and perhaps he had a flash of wishing she could put him in her purse and take him home with her. Everyone loves a winner and Jorge clearly admired Ann. He knew better than anyone that he had been bested.

Would someone please produce a worthy opponent for a robust debate with Ann Coulter?

Mallory Millett resides in New York City with her husband of over twenty years.  She has lived, studied and traveled extensively throughout the Third World. CFO for several corporations, she is a long-standing member of The David Horowitz Freedom Center and sits on the Board of Regents for the Center for Security Policy.


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Day of Greatness


By Joe Posnanski
http://sportsworld.nbcsports.com/
June 6, 2015

American Pharoah ridden by Victor Espinoza made his way to the record books by winning the 147th running of the Belmont Stakes and thoroughbred racing's Triple Crown June 6, 2015 at Belmont Park in Elmont, N.Y.   (Skip Dickstein/Times Union) Photo: SKIP DICKSTEIN
American Pharoah ridden by Victor Espinoza made his way to the record books by winning the 147th running of the Belmont Stakes and thoroughbred racing's Triple Crown June 6, 2015 at Belmont Park in Elmont, N.Y. (Skip Dickstein/Times Union) 

The wonder of horse racing’s Triple Crown is that it seems utterly impossible for so long … and then, when it actually happens — like it finally happened Saturday with American Pharoah — you wonder why it doesn’t happen every other year or something. That’s the thing about legendary performances. We know intellectually that we are seeing extraordinary things, rare things, unforgettable things. But it doesn’t always feel that way. The great ones make it look too easy.

Saturday was packed with those extraordinary things. It was a day for Serena Williams, a day for Lionel Messi, a day for the misspelled but indomitable Pharoah. It was also a not-so-great day for another legend, but we’ll get back to him later.

Serena Williams is the greatest women’s tennis player of them all. There’s really little to argue about anymore. You can never PROVE that a player from one time could beat a player from another (especially in tennis, where the game changes so rapidly because of the equipment). And yes, for statistically driven people like me, it is true that Williams does not yet have the number of grand slam victories as Steffi Graf or Margaret Court.

That said, there seems to me no doubt watching Serena Williams play that nobody in history could touch her. Look, Steffi Graf couldn’t beat the young Monica Seles. Martina Navratilova had Chris Evert and vice versa.

Look at Serena Williams’ record against the Top 10 players in the world:
2. Maria Sharapova: 17-2
3. Halep, 5-1
4. Petra Kvitova, 5-1
5. Carolina Wozniacki, 10-1
6. Eugenie Bouchard, 2-0
7. Ana Ivanovic, 8-1
8. Carla Suarez-Navarro: 6-0
9. Ekaterina Makarova, 4-1
10. Andrea Petkovic, 4-0

If you want to add that up – that’s 61-7, which is 90 percent, which is essentially Steph Curry’s free-throw percentage. Serena Williams is beating the other nine best players in the world at the same rate that the greatest shooter of our time makes an uncontested 15-foot shot. That’s the sort of dominance we’re talking about here.

Saturday in the final of Paris, Williams played the French Open’s happy story, Lucie Safarova, who made it to her first Grand Slam final after a decade of kicking around the Top 30. She is, by all accounts, beloved by the other players for her grace and sportsmanship. Serena Williams’ record against her was 8-0 when the day began.

And for about an hour or so, it seemed like Williams would dispatch Safarova quickly. Williams had a strange French Open, filled with drama and near-losses and some sort of killer flu bug that Saturday made her look like the before picture in a NyQuil commercial. She wanted to get off the court quickly and get back into bed. The first set was like a professional hit – no fuss, no mess, an early break, easy service victories, leave the gun, take the cannoli. She was up 4-1 and 40-15 in the second set, and it seemed time to start brewing some tea.
Then two things happened. One, Safarova proved to be feistier than expected. And two, Williams – by her own account – choked. She started double-faulting and hitting balls three-feet long, She played an abysmal tiebreaker, then fell behind 2-0 in the third set, and she gave every indication of being in complete freefall.

But this is what I mean when I say that the greatest athletes can make things look so simple. Because at that point Serena Williams ran off six straight games by hitting breathtaking shots and making them look roughly as easy as the puzzles on children’s menus in restaurants. Safarova would hit a serve and Williams would almost casually swing at the ball, rocket a winner into the open court, and … it just can’t be that effortless can it? You watch her hit those shots, time and again, and after a while you lose a little bit your sense of awe and can’t help but think: Why can’t everybody do that?

SERENA WILLIAMS OF THE UNITED STATES POSES WITH THE COUPE SUZANNE LENGLEN TROPHY AFTER WINNING THE WOMEN'S SINGLES FINAL AGAINST LUCIE SAFAROVA OF CZECH REPBULIC ON DAY FOURTEEN OF THE 2015 FRENCH OPEN AT ROLAND GARROS ON JUNE 6, 2015 IN PARIS, FRANCE. (PHOTO BY DAN ISTITENE/GETTY IMAGES)


That’s the wonder of Lionel Messi, too. If you only watch Lionel Messi play soccer, you would think soccer was a pretty undemanding game. All you have to do is keep the ball at your feet, slip and slide and cut and dance past comical henchmen defenders, rocket a shot toward the open corner of the net or (could this be easier?) flick the ball to a teammate who has sprung free and is in perfect position to score.

Messi did not score in Barcelona’s UEFA Champions League final against Juventus, but he set up Luis Suarez’s game-winner with a spectacular (for anyone else) run where he easily disposed of two would-be defenders, tilted a third with a salsa move, unleashed a shot that goalkeeper Gianluigi Buffon somehow blocked. Suarez, as Doc Emrick might say, tucked home the rebound. Barcelona won 3-1.

But this one moment of brilliance from Messi was routine – he had a dozen moments just as good. He had so many other brilliant moments (and echoes of his goal for the ages last week still reverberate) that, once again, it’s natural to ask: Why can’t other people do that? What’s so hard about it? All he does is keep the ball close, dribble through, pass smartly, shoot accurately. Why is it that the soccer ball bounds away from other people’s feet? Why do their shots sail 20 feet over the goal? Why don’t other players see the passing angles he sees? Every single time Messi touched the ball against Juventus, three defenders jumped at him … but it did not matter, he imposed his will, he moved as he liked and the ball followed him as if magnetized.

Horse racing’s Triple Crown had not been won for 37 years, not since Affirmed dueled with Alydar in 1978. Affirmed became the second horse in a row to win the Triple Crown; Seattle Slew had won the year before. One year after Affirmed, Spectacular Bid went to the Belmont with a chance to win and famously stepped on a safety pin. No one knows if he would have won otherwise, but the point is that it was almost three in a row. Affirmed jockey Steve Cauthen remembers people saying then that the Triple Crown was too easy.

And then it was 37 years – horse after horse went into the Belmont Stakes with a chance to win, and horse after horse failed. Pleasant Colony didn’t fire down the stretch. Alysheba was no match for Bet Twice. Sunday Silence was clearly beaten. Silver Charm got caught by Touch Gold. Real Quiet faded and was beaten by a nose. Charismatic couldn’t hold on. War Emblem stumbled at the stretch. Funny Cide wilted on a muddy track. The beloved Smarty Jones was passed by Birdstone. Big Brown didn’t show up. I’ll Have Another was hurt and retired. California Chrome labored and gave way.

After Chrome lost, his owner Steve Coburn said that there would be no Triple Crown winner in his lifetime, and even though it sounded an awful lot like sour grapes, well, the logic seemed pretty sound. It sure seemed like asking a 3-year-old horse to win three grueling races in five weeks against the best of his class was asking too much.

And then, one year later, American Pharoah not only won the Triple Crown … he won with such comfort that it hardly even seemed notable. He won the Kentucky Derby in a pretty decent stretch duel with Firing Line, but he was not too troubled. He won the Preakness on a muddy track, pulling away.

Then came Saturday, the Belmont, so much drama coming in, so much talk about history, so much talk about the difficulties, so much talk about all the things that could go wrong. Then, at the start, Victor Espinoza took Pharoah to the front, and he stayed in front, and he kept staying in front, and then he won, wire-to-wire, nothing to it. When Espinoza was asked when he knew he had the race won, he said, “At the first turn.”

And, like with Serena, like with Messi, I found myself asking: “Why is this so hard?”

One of the wonderful things about the Triple Crown is that, generally speaking, everybody in America wants it to happen. There are people who root against Serena, against Messi, against Clayton Kershaw, against LeBron James, against Jonathan Toews, against Usain Bolt. Their particular genius is viewed through different prisms; some idolize them, some admire them from a distance, some look for flaws and hope for cracks.

But when it comes to horse racing, unless you have money on another horse, you want the Triple Crown. Watching Saturday’s race with my daughters felt important somehow. When it ended, the 14-year-old said, “I feel like I just watched history.” That’s how it did feel. Each of those 37 years without a Triple Crown felt like a disappointment, but that only made this one feel more special, a brilliant end to a brilliant day.

A final few words must be saved, though, for Tiger Woods. He shot an 85 on Saturday, the worst round of his professional life, and I watched every painful minute of it on my phone while Serena Williams soared on television. No athlete of my lifetime more perfectly demonstrated the point I tried to make about Serena and Messi and Pharoah – he made golf, that ridiculous and unbeatable game, look like a 20-piece jigsaw puzzle. He hit the longest drives, hit the highest approach shots and made the most putts. When he made the rare mistake, he hit the most amazing recovery shots. When he faced the most difficult obstacles, he imagined the most astonishing shots, and then he hit them. When the pressure was at its thickest, his power of focus was awe-inspiring. When the tournament was there to be won, he won it.

Tiger Woods was just so much better than everyone else – like Serena. Think of this: He made the cut 142 consecutive times. Rory McIlroy is the best golfer in the world now, and he misses cuts all the time. Tiger Woods did not miss a cut for SEVEN YEARS. At his worst, he was still among the best. When he was merely average, he often won. When he was good, nobody could come close.

All that’s gone now, and there’s no real point in asking if any of it will ever come back because (1) Nobody knows, including Woods and (2) It’s not likely. The best hope at this point seems to be that he can get his game back to something reasonable and that, every now and again, he will have a hot week and maybe offer a few more thrills. But, honestly, after enduring a year when he has gone through chipping yips, when he has stepped away from the game for a couple of months to relearn how to play, when he has shot an 82 and 85, even that meager goal seems like a faraway dream.

But if there’s one good thing about watching Tiger Woods play this way it is this: It does help put into focus just how great he once was. He was too good then, perhaps, to fully appreciate. He hit the ball so purely, he putted so flawlessly, he played so brilliantly that at some point it was easy to shrug and say, “Hey, easy game.”

Saturday, though, he looked positively mortal – and it was a stark reminder of what mortality looks like. On a day when we watched Serena win her 20th grand slam, the day we watched Messi will his team to the Championship, the day we saw American Pharoah go wire-to-wire, it’s good of Tiger Woods to remind us just how high they are flying.

Friday, June 05, 2015

'The Fellowship' follows C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, and friends through their defense of fantasy


This valuable group biography tells the story of the Inklings, the mid-20th century group of Oxford fantasists, scholars, and poets fascinated by religion, poetry, mythology, and magic.





ISIS and the Tijuana Drug-Smuggling Tunnels


http://www.americanthinker.com/
June 5, 2015

Mexico drug tunnels
A makeshift cart with containers is seen at a suspected drug tunnel under construction in Tijuana on 7 April 2015

The United States faces a clear and present danger. It is not theoretical, it is actual. The pieces are in place. The relationships are established. The will and capability have been clearly demonstrated. And, if that’s not enough to keep you up at night, a full dress rehearsal was staged less than a year ago. 

Indeed, to be more precise, some half a dozen full dress rehearsals were staged less than a year ago.
My name is Dan Gordon. I am a screenwriter and author by trade, but I am also a Reserve officer in the Israel Defense Forces, and a veteran of six Middle Eastern conflicts, including last summer’s Hamas/Israel terrorist tunnel war, in which Hamas demonstrated their capability to attempt a mass-casualty terrorist attack by means of tunnels dug beneath the internationally recognized border from Gaza into southern Israel.  If you’d like to see what the first one looked like, click here for a link to a video. You will see thirteen Hamas terrorists rising up, like zombies coming out of their graves, in a recently harvested wheat field only a few hundred meters from the children’s house of the civilian agricultural community they intended to attack. Each one of them was armed with anti-tank missiles, machine guns, grenades, thousands of rounds of ammunition, handcuffs, and tranquilizer shots. The latter two were for the men, women and children, civilian hostages, they meant to take, and drag back through the tunnels, into underground cells in Gaza.

Happily, you will note three things; first, they are coming up in a wheat field which they had every reason to believe would camouflage their advance to the civilian community. Unfortunately for them, and by the grace of a merciful God, the wheat field had been harvested only a few days before, making the terrorists instantly visible to the myriad Israeli observation posts along the border with Gaza.

The second thing you will note is that, upon seeing that their wheat field had disappeared, and perhaps hearing the Israeli aerial military asset that was on patrol and instantly dispatched towards them, the terrorists decided that today was perhaps not the right day, after all, to carry out mass murder. And thus, having risen up from their terrorist attack tunnel, they made a hasty retreat back to what they hoped would be the safety of one of the dozens of tunnels they had spent five years building in preparation for last summer’s war.

The third thing you will note is that the Israeli military aerial asset fires a rocket, and the terrorists, and their tunnel opening, go boom.

None of that, however, alters the fact that Hamas had a spectacular plan, prepared for it meticulously for five years, and almost pulled it off. If you are a person of faith, you can attribute their failure to accomplish their goal to the abovementioned gracious and compassionate deity. If you are not a person of faith, you can attribute it to blind luck, and the professionalism and ever-present vigilance of the IDF.

But, here’s the scary part. That attack wasn’t the original plan. The original plan didn’t call for a dozen terrorists attacking one civilian target after an eight-day limited war with Israel. The original plan called for a sneak attack not preceded by any hostilities, in which literally hundreds of terrorists would have been dispatched through ALL of the terrorist attack tunnels in September, on a Jewish holiday, where literally thousands of people would have been gathered in each of the agricultural communities they intended to strike. It was the political leadership of Hamas that vetoed such an attack. That veto was not issued out of humanitarian concerns; it was issued because the plan violated a basic tenet of Hamas doctrine, which always calls for Hamas to be able to claim victimhood while carrying out terrorist rocket and land-based attacks. Such a sneak attack, the political leadership decided, would rob Hamas of the PR mantle of victimhood that enables them to reap literally tens of billions of dollars in “reconstruction aid” from an ever-gullible international community, which buys the victim thing hook, line, and sinker. Thus, the political leadership opted instead to kidnap and murder three Israeli schoolboys, in the hopes of dragging Israel into a war in which the terrorist tunnel attack could be seen as an answer to the Israeli Air Force’s genocidal bombardment of the helpless Palestinian people. As my Southern Christian friends are wont to say, “Thank you, Jesus.”

Now, why does this pose a threat to the United States? Because;

            A - ISIS has announced boldly, clearly, definitively and proudly, their intention to launch not just “Lone Wolf” attacks against the United States, but mass-casualty terrorist attacks, which will dwarf 9/11, and establish them as the preeminent terrorist army in the world, as befits the reborn Caliphate.

            B - Unlike Hamas, ISIS possesses no such doctrine of insisting upon the mantle of victimhood to justify their acts of barbarism. Indeed, the opposite is the case. ISIS rejoices in, glories in, is expert in, and uses as a recruiting tool, terrorist attacks that are the very height of barbarism. From beheading Christians, to burning a Moslem Jordanian pilot alive inside of a cage, ISIS knows no constraints in its barbarity.

            C - Unlike Hamas, ISIS does not need to dig tunnels between Tijuana and San Diego, or portions of Northern Mexico and Arizona and/or Texas. Those tunnels already exist, and are used by Mexican cartels to smuggle huge quantities of drugs beneath the international border, from Mexico, into the United States. The few tunnels that have already been discovered are easily capable of launching masses of terrorists, as well. Indeed, numbers of them bear signs of Middle Eastern construction. They feature reinforced concrete walls, electricity, airconditioning and, in some cases, railroad tracks, to transport heavy loads.

            D - The existence of close ties between terrorist networks and Mexican and South American drug cartels is a matter of record, and not conjecture. They have joined efforts for the sale of narcotics and military-grade weapons. The clearest example of this is Hezb’allah’s ties with numerous South American cartels. Just as the United States opposes Iran and its proxies in some areas of conflicts, and supports them in others, so too do the various terrorist organizations which, in certain areas, are at each other’s throats, join forces in other areas against the Great Satan. Namely, us.

I have recently published a book, which is available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble in both print and e-book formats, and which will soon be a major motion picture from the same studio that did Act of Valor. The book is called Day of the Dead Book One: Gaza. If you’d like a fun, Tom Clancy-esque great summer read, I highly recommend it. I recommend it even more, however, if you care to see exactly how realistic the scenario of a mass-casualty terrorist attack, carried out by hundreds of ISIS terrorists against the United States of America via existing drug-smuggling tunnels, actually is.

In researching the book, I managed to get myself attached for several months to one of the most elite combat units in the Israel Defense Forces. That unit had the primary responsibility for locating and destroying the terrorist tunnels which pose no less than an existential threat to the state of Israel. During the period of that research, I was struck by reports that ISIS was already inside of Gaza and, indeed, had established ties in that much-to-be-pitied, terrorist-occupied enclave. Thus, ISIS was intimately aware of the tunnel warfare planned and carried out by Hamas, an organization which, like ISIS, seeks to establish a worldwide Caliphate, and regards Spain, as well as Tel Aviv, as occupied territory.

Contrary to the initial assessment of the present US Administration, it should be clear, to one and all by this point in time, that ISIS is not the “JV team in Kobe Bryant jerseys.” They have proven themselves to be adaptable, highly motivated and focused, extraordinarily well-led and organized, ruthlessly efficient in their barbarism, with a clear strategy and an ever-evolving set of tactics on the battlefield with which to assure that strategy’s success. Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for those who oppose them.

The current Administration has moved from comparing them to NBA wannabes, to blithely assuring us, not unlike Baghdad Bob shortly before the demise of Saddam Hussein, that we are prevailing in our war against ISIS. That would indicate that our heads are either in the sand, or firmly implanted in an orifice in which no daylight is visible.

ISIS saw firsthand that terrorist tunnels are impervious to Western surveillance of any kind, whether from satellite, or drone, or even boots on the ground.  The drug-smuggling tunnels of Tijuana begin inside of homes, or commercial warehouses. They stretch beneath the international border, and come up, generally, inside commercial warehouses of one type or another. Thus, people are used to seeing trucks going in and out. Those digging the tunnels are invisible, and those who would use the tunnels, whether to smuggle drugs, or carry out mayhem, are dozens, if not hundreds of feet, belowground.
In Ramadhi, only last week, ISIS demonstrated the ability to convert captured US M-RAP armored vehicles into massive truck bombs, each one of which had the power of the bomb that killed and wounded hundreds of people in Oklahoma City. They showed their tactical ability to detonate a half dozen such mega-truck-bombs inside Ramadhi, instantly sowing chaos and confusion amongst the defenders of that city.

Imagine, then, the following scenario, which, I guarantee, is neither farfetched, nor difficult to achieve.
Step one: ISIS sends no more than a half dozen of the several thousand foreign fighters who have joined their ranks, many of whom possess passports which will allow them to enter the US without a visa. They are Westerners, in appearance and action. They go to San Diego, posing as tourists. Their mission is to identify targets, ingress and egress routes to same, reaction times of local authorities, and security arrangements at both the civilian and military installations which will be on their lists. This is the advance team, which gathers intelligence.

Step two: they identify their targets, and San Diego is nothing, if not a target-rich environment. Half the Pacific fleet is at anchor there. One half the Navy SEAL force of the United States of America is stationed there. Moreover, it will be noted that it is US policy that US military personnel not be allowed to carry weapons on US military bases. That is why a fat psychiatrist was able to kill and wound scores of soldiers in Fort Hood, Texas. Imagine, then, what a group of armed terrorists, with RPGs, machine guns, thousands of rounds of ammunition, handcuffs and tranquilizer shots could do against San Diego PD, Shore Patrol, and rent-a-cops? In addition, there are major sports and entertainment venues that, on a regular basis, are literally packed with thousands of civilians. There are mega-resorts, and shopping malls. And let there be no mistake, there are schools full of children, who will most definitely be a prime target for attack. Columbine could not stop two pimple-faced punks. What grammar school police presence do you honestly believe could put a dent in ISIS’s day?

Step three: infiltrate a terrorist force made up of hundreds of elite ISIS fighters from various European cities into various locations in South and Central America. Have them travel in small groups, so that none draws undue attention. Take weeks, or months, if you like, to infiltrate the North, to a system of prearranged safe houses in Tijuana. Lest you think otherwise, there is nothing unusual about a slum dwelling housing a dozen or more military-age men on the Mexican border. Indeed, it’s the norm, not the exception.

Step four: hire numbers of Ryder or Hertz trucks, from various locations, using your Western terrorists, and construct ammonium nitrate/diesel fuel truck bombs. If Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols could do it, it’s not rocket science.

Step five: organize a motor pool of rented vans and trucks, which will transport your invading terrorist force to the various attack points they have chosen throughout the city.

Step six: infiltrate your scores, if not hundreds, of terrorists from their safe houses in Mexico, into the various drug-smuggling tunnels they have arranged with the cartels. ISIS is the richest terrorist organization in history. They have billions. That’s a language cartels understand. Trust me, they will have no problem renting the use of one tunnel or another, for the hundreds of millions ISIS can afford, for that purpose. The tunnels will already have been stocked with the RPGs, machine guns, grenades, etc. for each terrorist, and the beauty is, none of them have to be smuggled into Mexico. They are already there, in plentiful supply.

Step seven: at Zero Hour, detonate half a dozen truck bombs throughout San Diego. First Responders will race to those scenes. At the same time, infiltrate your terrorists, by means of the drug-smuggling tunnels, to their exit points in San Diego, and have your motor pool of trucks and vans pick them up from the commercial warehouses, and dispatch them to their various civilian and military targets. Once again, the question is obvious: “Who will stop them?”

Not the San Diego PD. Not a neutered Border Patrol. The California National Guard will take several days to mobilize, and even if the president could be persuaded to arm and order into action the very capable combat units of the US Marines at Camp Pendleton and Navy SEALS on Coronado Island, it will take hours for even the best of them to suit up, form up, and deploy. When they do deploy, they can expect specialized units of terrorists with RPGs to be waiting to shoot down the helicopters in which they will be flown to the scene. The amount of damage that an ISIS terrorist army can accomplish, before the United States can mount a viable defense, is catastrophic. It should also be remembered that neither death, nor capture, is a deterrent for ISIS terrorists. Indeed, death, or “martyrdom,” is an incentive.

ISIS watched how effective the notion of terrorist tunnel attacks was against Israel. And, mind you, Israel had ground forces, including elite infantry, tanks, and aerial assets of every description already on patrol, locked and loaded, ready for action, and needing no presidential order to respond. Moreover, once the first terrorist tunnel attack occurred, Israel seized the initiative and invaded Gaza in order to neutralize the threat. Does anyone actually believe that the current Administration would authorize an invasion of Northern Mexico? That means that our security would effectively be outsourced to the Mexican government, which, in the best of times, does not control the areas from which the terrorist attacks would emanate.

It’s all fairly well and logically laid out in my book, Day of the Dead Book One: Gaza, and Day of the Dead Book Two: America. But ISIS does not need to read the books. ISIS, I guarantee you, is at the very least already considering the plan. At worst, they are finalizing it, and beginning its implementation.

Editor's note: The author will appear on Justice with Judge Jeanine Saturday to discuss this scenario.


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