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Radio Host, Author, Instructor, Constitutionalist, Public Speaker, Blogger, and Fox News Contributor. Recipient of the Golden Anchor Award and Certificate of Recognition by the California State Senate. Member of the American Authors Association and the Military Writer's Association of America. Fellow at the American Freedom Alliance, and board member of the Murrieta/Temecula Republican Assembly and Birth Choice Temecula. The writings of Douglas V. Gibbs have been published both online, and in print, with various media outlets, including, but not limited to, Before It's News, Canada Free Press, Central Idaho Post, Christian Post, Conservative Crusader, Examiner, Political Pistachio, and The Sentinel. Links to Doug's articles have appeared on Drudge Report. Doug has appeared on various television and radio news outlets, including, but not limited to, Fox News, One America News, Al Jazeera America, and NPR.

The Blended Weave of Individual Liberty and the Disparaging Ghost of Democracy

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“Don’t forget that pure democracy is a form of collectivism — it readily sacrifices individual rights to majority wishes. Since it involves no constitutional bill of rights, or at least, no working and effective one, the majority-of-the-moment can and does vote away the rights of the minority-of-the-moment, even of a single individual. This has been called ‘mob rule,’ the ‘tyranny of the majority’ and many other pejorative names. It is one of the greatest threats to liberty, the reason why America’s founding fathers wrote so much so disparagingly of pure democracy.” — Bert Rand

Pure democracy is a destructive ghost that only appears momentarily between the rise of republics founded in liberty and the last gasp of freedom as it alters into an oligarchy ruled over by despots and authoritarians who claim they only have the interest of the common good and the collective on their dark hearts.
When speaking about the original intent of the United States Constitution, the concept of Natural Rights, or the true meaning of what limited government truly is to folks who have bought into the collectivist philosophies of the Democrat Party’s progressivism (a.k.a. collectivism, socialism, statism, utopianism, liberalism, communism), you might as well be speaking a different language.  They have been convinced that individualism is the problem with society.  They call it greed, and selfishness when in reality the motivations that accompany individualism are monetary incentive and personal enrichment that, in the long run, benefits the society as a result of the accomplishments of the successful individual.
While I appreciate my community, and I am definitely a part of it, as an individual it is my personal contributions that enrich it, or not; not some pre-planned agenda concocted by twisted minds who swirl around in some kind of hive mentality.  One size does not fit all, and some bureaucrat in Washington D.C. does not know what is best for our States, counties, cities or neighborhoods.  Localism is the key to liberty, and individualism is the engine that fuels prosperity.  It is the sum of contributions, the sum of the different, unique, and individual aspirations that make life magical, and worth living.  Government has no place to interfere.  The collective, if we are all about the collective, is drab, bland, and gray.  But, with our uniqueness blended in, and our personal and individual contributions weaved into the whole of society, it becomes colorful, innovative, and it blossoms with liberty.
— originally posted at Political Pistachio Conservative News and Commentary

November 3 Tea Party Meeting

Senator Jeff Stone our candidate for 36 Congressional District will be speaking at our evening Tea Party meeting at the Farm House Restaurant at 5 pm today. Click here for printable voter guide for handing out, voters need this conservative guide.  
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36 Congressional District


Tea Party breakfast Nov. 8th at Farm House, 8am. Please come join other like minded conservatives at our breakfast meeting. Clickhere for KMET-1490 AM Conservative Voice Radio broadcast, broadcast #93 Oct. 29th.  

Friday Trump Rally

Friday, October 28, 2016: Trump Rally at the Beaumont Ave bridge over Interstate 10. . . from 2 pm to 5 pm.
We’ve been getting 80% thumps up and lots of horns, about 20% thumbs down with a few F— Trumps.
Check out our past rallies: ——> Oct 7th Trump Rally link Beaumont Ave on 1-10 overpass ———> Oct 14th Trump Rally link Beaumont Ave on 1-10 overpass ——> Oct 21st Trump Rally link Beaumont Ave on I-10 overpass ——> Oct 22nd Trump Rally link Highland Springs Rd and Sixth & Ramsey Street
Once again, we are planning on meeting again at 2 pm Friday Oct 28th, Beaumont Avenue on the I-10 freeway overpass in City of Beaumont.
As an added note, Glenn Stull installed one of our two freeway signs on his pickup truck to drive around two weeks before election. It was egged with three eggs yesterday at the San Gorgonio Women’s Republican Federated meeting.  The truck was parked in front of the Farm House Restaurant in Banning around noon. One egg on the truck door and two on the Trump sign. It washed off O.K and sign still looks O.K.  Glenn said of the incident, “It’s not coming off, I don’t care if they break every window out of my truck.”

Trump Rallies This Weekend

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As the election of 2016 approaches, it is important that we vote, and that we support the candidates we claim to stand behind.  The local Republican Clubs and Tea Party groups have been very active in doing what they can to get the word out. . . Vote for Trump, not Crooked Hillary.  We invite you to join us to get out the word.  Be prepared to receive many honks of horns and support from drivers, as well as profanity and middle fingers from Clinton supporters.

The opportunities for you to participate this weekend will be in the San Gorgonio Pass, up the Hill from the Temecula Valley and Hemet/San Jacinto area.  There are two Trump Rallies going on this weekend.

• Friday, October 21, 2016; 2:00-5:00 pm
Banning-Beaumont-Cherry Valley Tea Party
Beaumont Ave Bridge over Interstate 10
Beaumont, CA

• Saturday, October 22, 2016; 2:00-5:00 pm
San Gorgonio Pass Republican Women’s Federated
Highland Springs/Ramsey Intersection
Near Food-4-Less
Banning, CA

I plan to attend both events.

Prior to the latter event I will be on the air.  Listen to Constitution Radio on KMET 1490-AM from 1-2 pm as you drive to the event.  I will arrive directly from the studio around a quarter-after-two.

See you at the events!

Memories of 9/11

Perhaps one could say this article is a day late.  September 11 is usually a busy day for me.  I visit my Grandfather at Riverside Memorial Cemetery.  He fought in World War II.  I spend time in deep thought.  I try to treat the day as a day of mourning.  9/11 has always been a day of mourning for me, but it was 13 months after the act of war against the United States that my feelings about what had happened truly became clear.

Two hijacked jets struck the twin towers of the World Trade Center during the early morning hours of September 11, 2001. When the 110 floors of skyscrapers collapsed, among the missing were 343 firefighters bravely in the process of attempting to save as many lives as possible. In the weeks that followed was an unprecedented recovery effort at a site that became known later as “Ground Zero.”

Another jetliner flew into The Pentagon in Arlington, Virginia, near Washington DC., less than an hour later. A portion of the Pentagon was severely damaged by fire, and one section of the building collapsed.

A fourth aircraft never made it to its destination. United Airlines Flight 93 was on a suicide mission as well, but the crew and passengers attempted to seize control of the plane from the hijackers after learning through phone calls that similarly hijacked planes had been crashed into buildings that morning. “Let’s Roll!” was the rallying cry, and once the hijackers realized they had lost control of the situation they flew the plane into a field near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.

In California I was on my way to a construction jobsite, listening to CDs, when the events transpired. When I got to the construction site, a fellow construction worker there to help repair our equipment after a break-down, asked, “Did you hear about what happened in New York?”

“No, what happened?” I asked.

“A plane,” he said, “flew into some skyscrapers. Nobody knows why, but one guy on the radio was saying that he believed it was deliberate.”

More and more information leaked to us as the day proceeded, and it became more apparent as the hours passed that not only were the events deliberate, they were an act of war.

I listened to the radio all the way home, receiving a little information here and there, but never really understanding the severity of the attacks, or the reality that it was terrorism.

When I got home, my front door was open. The day was warm, and my wife left the door open to let the air in. As I stepped up on my front porch, and peered into my living room, my eyes caught the television screen. The image was one of a plane flying into an already smoking pair of towers. The impact was incredible, sending flames through the building. People screamed, unable to believe what they were witnessing. It was then that I realized the terror of what had happened. My heart crawled into my throat, and my eyes welled up in tears.

What I was witnessing was an attack against America.

When the September 11 attacks happened, I was speechless. I even attempted to get back into the military, but my injuries I was discharge regarding were severe enough that I was unable to return to military service.

In October of 2002, my wife and I visited Ground Zero in New York City. I bought a hat with an image of the twin towers, and the words “Never Forget,” on it. A small painting with the firemen hoisting the American Flag was on sale nearby, and I bought that too.

When I walked up to the green fencing surrounding the hole that used to be the World Trade Center’s Twin Towers, I didn’t know what to expect. I had never seen the Twin Towers in person. This was my first trip to the northeast, and it happened to be thirteen months after the September 11 attacks. I peered through a hole that had been torn in the green fabric on the construction fencing, and as I looked down I witnessed a huge hole in the ground with twisted subway tracks at the bottom. To my left, on a building that had sustained a little damage, hung a giant mural of the American Flag, and the words “Never Forget.”

A man standing beside me looked through the hole in the fencing as I pulled away from it. After he spent a few moments looking through the hole, I said, “I never saw what they looked like.”

“You mean the towers?” he asked.

“Yeah, the World Trade Center. This is my first trip to New York. I am from Los Angeles, and I never saw what the towers looked like.”

The man lowered his eyes, and said, “The New York skyline is not the same. They dominated the skyline. It’s not the same.”

“Were they tall?” I asked.

“They towered over the other skyscrapers. Now, when you are outside the city, and you look towards the city, you can tell that something is missing. The skyline is not the same.”

We were silent for a moment, then he asked, “Have you seen the Statue of Liberty?”

“Yes,” I replied. “This morning. She’s beautiful.”

My eyes began to well up with tears as I recounted the experience of meeting Lady Liberty for the first time, even though I couldn’t get close enough to touch her, or go inside, because of heightened security.

“Yes,” he said, “she is lovely.”

“I was at the Arlington Cemetery yesterday. Saw the Statue of Liberty this morning. Then we came here.”

The man turned to face me, his eyes were wet. “I worked in the towers,” he said. “I was running late to work, that morning. I watched the planes fly into the towers from my car. I was supposed to be in them that morning. The towers, I mean. I haven’t been back here since. Today is my first visit to the hole that once was the twin towers since it happened.

“I lost a lot of friends, that day,” he continued. “People were running in all directions. We didn’t know what to think. We just knew that what was happening was horrible. When the second plane flew into the tower, I knew it was no accident. They meant to do this. They meant to kill thousands of people.

“It only took a couple hours for the towers to fall. I was far enough away so I wasn’t in danger, but the white cloud after they fell was horrendous. The smoke and dust covered the entire city. It seemed like there was no escape. The people. All of those people in the towers. All of those people in the streets near the towers. They were dead. All of them. They were dead.”

I didn’t know what to say, but as I looked around I noticed that we were no longer alone. A group of about twenty people had surrounded us, listening to the man tell me about the day the towers fell. Some of them were probably locals, but I am guessing most of them were tourists. Nonetheless, they were all crying. They were crying with him, feeling his grief. Feeling his pain.

Reaching over, I placed my hand on the man’s shoulder, and he suddenly, to my surprise, reached over and pulled me into a hug. He wept on my shoulder like a child, releasing the anger and pain of a year’s worth. Nobody walked away. Everyone remained around us, each with their head bowed, mourning with him, praying for all of us.

We stood near that green fence around the hole that used to be the World Trade Center Twin Towers for quite a while, in a tearful embrace. At that moment, I was no longer a Californian, and he was no longer a New Yorker. We were Americans. We were Americans grieving for our fallen.

Afterward, we shook hands, and as he looked me in the eye he said, “Never forget.”

Another tear rolled down his wet cheeks.

I nodded, but said nothing as our hands separated, and the man walked away. The crowd slowly dispersed, and my wife walked up to me after walking up from around the corner asking, “Did I miss something?”

“Yeah,” I said, “But I couldn’t describe it properly if I tried.”

It was at that moment that 9/11 truly became alive to me. The disconnect I had before, being a West Coast Southern Californian, was gone. The image of the hole below became etched in my memory. The tears of the people around me as the man that had lost his skyline wept remains with me still.

A family member later bought a book for me titled “Portraits 9/11/01,” which is the collected “Portraits of Grief” from the New York Times, and I read each and every one of the portraits of the people listed in that book. Another book, given to me by my mother, titled “Report From Ground Zero” by Dennis Smith, who was one of the firefighters on the scene, served to educate me more on what happened that day, and each day that followed.

I have a portrait of the World Trade Center on my office wall. It actually has two images in it, both showing what the skyline looked like before 9/11, with the two towers dominating the scene. At the bottom the words read, “World Trade means World Peace.”

Unfortunately, to those 19 hijackers on September 11, 2001, peace was the last thing on their mind. Instead of peace, on that morning, two hijacked jetliners struck the twin towers of the World Trade Center. The 110 stories of both towers collapsed, and nearly 3,000 men, women and children died that day.

The man who wept told me to never forget.

We Shall Never Forget.