Bombing/Attack Guide Book

Trump Bombing/Attack Guide Book

 

Chapter One Excuses

Before bombing/attacking a country, it is necessary to lay the groundwork to convince people there is a good reason to do so. Repeat the excuse as many times as possible on the news channels, in print, at conferences or speaking engagements. Make sure the wording is identical. Remember Joseph Goebbels, " If you repeat a lie often enough, people will believe it, and you will come to believe it yoursself.

1. National security

Convince people that it is in the National Security to do the bombing or an attack. Ignore any facts such as the country lacks weapons/army, is on the other side of the planet.

2. Religion

Say over and over Christians are in danger. Make sure that there are no statistics to back it up. Hide any information from the Bombee that there is no danger to Christians. It's a good time to dump on other religions and reaffirm that America is a Christian nation even though it is not according to the founding fathers and the first amendment of the Constitution. 

In speeches demonize non Christian religions.

Create false fears of other religions and discourage any attempt at tolerance.

3. Drugs

Write speeches how the Bombee is running drugs that are killing Americans. Do nothing to help those already addicted. If they are "cured" than there will be no excuse to bomb boats allegedly carrying drugs to the U.S. even if it would be impossible for the boats to get that far. Never offer any proof of the drug smuggling but celebrate the "victory."

Chapter Two Resources

1, Before bombing a country, check to see what natural minerals exist. Plan to take the minerals.

2. Check to see how much oil the country to be attacked has. Plan to take over the oil. 

3. Capture oil tankers. Keep the ship. Keep the oil. 

4. Have cabinet members do television interviews and give them prepared answers to questions. Make sure they blame Biden within the first 82 seconds of an interview. If another  question is asked that doesn't fit the narrative, have the interviewee give one of the prepared answers to another question. Have those about to appear on news programs practice different ways to connect answers that has little to do with the questions.

5. Have lawyers standing by to bring suit against anyone, any news source, who contradicts or disparages the administration. Go for billions in damages.

Chapter Three Ignoring Anything Legal 

1. Ignore the Constitution.

2. Ignore Congress.

3. Ignore state laws

4. Ignore the judicial system including the Supreme Court if necessary.

5. Ignore the United Nations

6. Ignore any existing treaties -- better to declare them void.

7. Ignore international law

Chapter Four Ignoring Facts

Rearrange any inconvenient facts. The best terms to use are "Fake News" and "Witch Hunt."

Replace inconvenient facts with real "Fake News" to be repeated over and over (see Goebbels.)

Chapter Five Create Victimhood

Declare the U.S. has been a victim of other countries forever. (See Goebbels)

Chapter Six Create a False History

Make sure that none of the U.S. faults are ever taught to the next generation.

Work with "patriotic" groups to ban books and other information that might prove the correct narrative is never known. 

Erase historical negative truths.

Make believing in anything but the required narrative anti-American, fake news, a communist plot or socialism.

Use the terms "socialism" and "communism" that the average person will not understand what they mean. Make sure the public never understands.

Make sure people do not know where socialism works.

Make sure people do not learn how the U.S. compares negatively to other counties (education, health care, workers' rights etc.)

Call female reporters nasty and piggy to diminish them. 

Chapter Seven Control the Military

Remove any objectors in the top brass who feel their oath is to the Constitution and nor the president.

Make sure that the rank and file consider it their patriotic duty to fight their fellow citizens.

Chapter Eight Create Scapegoats

A scapegoat can be any group of Non-White Christians. Take turns labeling them. Example immigrants are from mental hospitals and the worse of the worst. Muslims are a good target. Make sure the statistics promoting any of these non-white or immigrant groups who contribute to American society are discouraged. Make sure their contributions are never revealed.

Chapter Nine Erase the Past

Remove the names of women and non-whites from the public record. The bigger the contribution take their names from plaques, public lists, etc.  

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Handwritten note: Contact Nobel Committee about the 2026 Peace Prize-

 

 

Tea in a Bowl

The first time I drank tea from a bowl was when I lived with a French family outside of Toulouse. Earl Grey Tea made in a pot was the breakfast tea along with a fresh baguette and sometimes choclatines which was the local name for pain au chocolate.

Returning to Boston, I returned to mugs or cups and saucers for my tea.

Moving to Switzerland, I had a short story published called Shoppers. The wife couldn't adjust to the culture differences, but the husband wanted his morning tea in a bowl after they stayed with French friends who served it that way.

Later in my Third Culture Kids mystery series (TCKs have parents of one culture, move the kid to the new culture and the child becomes a hodgepodge of old and new. I claim I'm a TCK adult.) Annie, my TCK heroine drank her morning tea from a bowl.

Boy, did I argue with my editor(s) for them to leave the word bowl and not replace it with cup or mug.

 

Once I retired I spent more time in my "Nest" my studio in Argelès-sur-mer. I loved my Acapulco  bowl for my morning tea.

When I married - it took me 71 years to find my soulmate - he brings me tea in bed almost every morning. It's seldom the same tea. It might be Constant Comment imported from the States or Yorkshire Tea, a gift from a Brit friend. Sometimes the tea is flavored with vanilla or spices. Sometimes it's just tea. The aroma from the BOWL placed on my night stand is a wonderful way to start the day.

The bowl pictured at the top of the page we found at Jardinland, a chain that has lovely china dishes besides its plants, dog food, garden furniture and many other things. 

I let my morning tea cool and usually read a bit before separating myself from the duvet and mink if it's winter. I drink part of the tea from the bowl before gathering my clothes for the shower. The rest I will drink with breakfast or with my first daily writings.  

I also love my penguin mug which is in our Geneva flat. The apartment is furnished and has  a Villeroy and Boch cup and saucer. 

I discovered long ago if I see a set of dishes I love, it will be made by Villeroy and Boch. That German company has been making ceramic products since the mid 1700s. It also makes toilets. Members of the original family still work there, although it is no longer a private company.

Tea is not just a beverage for me. It carries with it a mystique, memories, comfort and more. Drinking it from a bowl or in a special cup or mug is just another level of pleasure. 

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Living with Margaret, Louise and Eleanor

 

I met Margaret Atwood almost three decades ago. Her collection of short stories Dancing Girls was on the shelf of my anthropologist friend's used book store in Argeles-sur-mer, France. I was hooked on Atwood's writing.

After that, I read every Atwood book that was at the English library in Geneva, Switzerland. I disagreed with the under-enthused reviews of Handmaiden's Tale. It turned out I was right when the book became a television phenomena.

I can't remember which of Louise Penny's mysteries I read first, but I know as soon as I did, I secured every book she wrote (now 20) and read them in order. 

They were more than books. They were a visit to the Canadian village of Three Pines. I've made friends with Clara, Myrna, poet Ruth and her duck Rosa. I've eaten at the bistro. I watched the leaves change color and snow fall. I watched the growing romance between Jean-Guy and Annie and celebrated the birth of their children. I love their dogs and wonder will I ever know for sure if the third animal is a dog or ferret. 

My husband and I have copied the Icelandic tradition of Jolabokaflod, (Christmas Book Flood) where we give each other books on Christmas Eve, then go to bed and read them, often sharing bits of writing that we love. We've been know to nibble chocolate too.

 

His gift to me were two new Penny books and Atwood's A Memoir of Sorts which I had planned to buy in the New Year, something I hadn't mentioned to him.

Thus I've been submerged in the books, still found time to make a Christmas pancake breakfast and savor his Christmas ham dinner that he copied from his childhood. 

There was time on Christmas Eve prior to exchanging our books to visit with village friends of French, Irish, Greek, Danish and Irish nationalities over a Canadian (pot luck) dinner.

In the morning I found time to share Sherlock's pleasure in his new stuffed toy, a duck, and watch a Grinch movie before I snuck back to Three Pines and Atwood's observations.

The rain has been almost continuous and torrential. When it stops, the wind blows with a ferocity, that I suspect our dog could become a kite at the end of his leash. When we open the door and he sees the rain, he goes into reverse.

Now to Eleanor Roosevelt. I bought the three volume biography of her life on my Kindle written by Blanch Wiessen Cook. I was half way through volume two on Christmas Eve day. Eleanor is now resting on my night stand. I will release her when I finish my Christmas Eve books.

Don't worry, I do have many other books in the ready, but these days of submerging myself when the weather outside is frightful, is another gift.

  

 

 

Christmas Chocolates Past and Present

 

I can define periods in my life by Christmas Chocolate. 

As a child, each Christmas we had a Whitman box. Sometimes it was a sampler, other years it was a tin with various scenes. During those years, I'd love to have been able to walk on those streets, visit the houses, be there...

My brother and I could take turns selecting a chocolate, but after biting into it, if we didn't like it, we didn't get a second choice. My kind-heated grandmother, however, cut all the chocolates in two so we could make wise decisions. Maybe it was a lesson in checking the facts.

 

For the past dozen years I have had an Advent calendar box, bought from Auer Chocolate. Each year, it is a treat to escape the late November chill and walk into the Auer store in Geneva, Switzerland. The aroma of chocolate is heavenly as I pick out the 24 black chocolates to put in the little boxes. 

No need to cut the chocolates out of fear not liking the filling. I know every one will satisfy us. We do cut them in two so Rick and I can share the savor of each one.

Rick and I follow the Icelandic transition of giving each other books on Christmas Eve, then go to bed and read them as we eat chocolate. This year our wonderful landlords, gave us a different kind of chocolate. They were delicious, but we have some left for today and tomorrow.

As for books, I now have all the Louise Penny series. Three Pines is my favorite Canadian village, but I can't be too hungry when I read them because of all the food mentioned.

He also gave me the new book of Margaret Atwood's essays. I will post this and then curl up and read.

What a wonderful holiday. To all my readers, happy holidays including good wishes for 2026, 27, 28 and beyond. 

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Free Write 99 The Messy Desk

 

 

Our 99th Tuesday Free Write together. What a pleasure it has been. I would also say there have been almost as many cups of tea, espresso and hot chocolate drunk. Each of the writers have their favorite brew. 

There have been some groans as we discover the prompt, but we still pick up our pens and write for ten minutes. We share. 

Sometimes we are in different countries and bless the internet so we can continue. This week's prompt was inspired by a photo of Albert Einstein's desk.

Rick's Free Write

This is not my desk.

It could be.

What looks like disorder is not. Not to me. I know, pretty much, where to find a certain piece of paper. Or book. Or pipe (under a paper most times. Even though I don’t smoke.)

I worked with a similar soul at a university publisher in South Carolina. George said his stacks of books and papers was not a filing system, it was a ‘piling system.’

In the rare times when I get (formally) ‘organized,’ everything in folders, all neatly aligned in a filing cabinet, I can’t find anything!

My ‘system’ tracks with the way I write. I like to assemble all my research notes, interview transcripts, URL links, etc. and totally immerse myself in the topic.

This requires everything to be on the desk within reach.

At the end of the project, I may collect the documents and file them away. Or not.

My wife is the polar opposite. OCD, at least for papers within sight. She has almost given up on reforming me, conceding my desk will always resemble a war zone.

By the way, my computer is much the same. Multiple tabs always open. File folders in semi-organized order. (At least the computer alphabetizes everything.)

Slob or Genius? Ask Albert.

 D-L's Free Write

"Honey, while you're up can you get the data spread sheet from my desk?" Jim asked.

Julie sighed as she looked at the desk, not that she could see the desk under the piles of paper. 

"It's near my phone."

"I can't see your phone." She moved some of papers.

"Don't move anything."

Julie didn't say anything. At first There were several Excel spread sheets. "Does it have a title?"

"No, but it's next to the article on data collection."

From Julie's position at Jim's desk, she could see into her office area and her desk was visible. On it was a laptop, one blue folder and a card with a list written in ink. She did that in case of a power shortage. All her files were backed up three times.

Jim let out a long sigh, stood up and walked over to the desk. His hand reached out and picked up the spread sheet he wanted. "See. It's right here. I don't understand why you couldn't find it."

Julie said nothing, but chanted her mantra under her breath. "He's a good man. I love him. Desk maintenance is not a reason for a divorce" over and over again.  

Julia's Free Write

His desk, as usual, was submerged in papers and stuff. Over the years, he had learned though that if he tidied it, he couldn’t find a thing thereafter.

Amongst the papers were other objects, objects not necessarily found on a modern (read younger) person’s desk.

But even if he tried to not smoke, the pipe was comforting. The jar contained not tobacco, but his current favorite sweets – hiding there so that his secretary wouldn’t make remarks.

An old-fashioned clip board held the most important bits of his current task. One photo, curling at the edges was all he had in the way of clues.

“Life”* on the bottom of the frame was in direct apposition to his tasks: find the murderer.

Sherlock Holmes he wasn’t, but then again, his mom wasn’t really expecting him to explain the dead butterfly. His white shoes weren’t pristine anymore.

Notes:

*The word life was cut out of the prompt. 

Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the top stories about the airline industry. He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.  

Visit D-L.'s website  https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased  at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504 

Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends.  Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/ 

 

 

A Solid Gold Battleship

 

 

Trump announced he wanted a new battleship or ships named for him of course. 

Specs for the first ship include:

• 800 feet in length
• 30,000 to 40,000 tons displacement
• Twelve new nuclear capable missile launch capacity

Potential issues:

Who will build it?

Overcoming other ship building issues of the past.

Can the rail gun be resurrected?

Crew management issues? 

Wouldn't smaller and more be better than one ship?

Is it needed at all? 

 There are many better places $15 billion can be spent aren't there. 

What happened to waste, fraud and abuse? 

Will Trump tart it up covering the battleship with gold as he has done with the White House? 

Or worse is he planning an unnecessary war?

 

 

 

Stop Sending Me Ads Amazon

 

It's been a while since I've used my Kindle. I don't want Jeff Bezos to get a centime of my money. He hoards profits against his workers.

Although I prefer paper books over the Kindle, it's only a slight preference. Paper doesn't provide light when I don't want to disturb my sleeping husband and dog. 

The Kindle does have two advantages:

• Only one small thing in the suitcase when I travel rather than several books.
• Immediacy. I can get a book I want in minutes.

I prefer to use the English library in Geneva or order from my favorite bookstore Pages and Sips. I can't get good scones on Amazon like I can at P&S. Also supporting the woman P&S owner is important. 

When I want the book immediately, I give in as I did when I wanted the three volume biography of Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook.

When I turned on my Kindle to read about Eleanor, adverts came up: things I never wanted, don't want now and will never want. Today, I got a dead bolt advert. 

They tell me shop now. I don't want to shop now. I just want to continue reading about Eleanor Roosevelt. 

Paper books don't delay my reading.  

Call me a COW (Cranky Old Woman) but if Kindle were for books only I'd be happy. 

Maybe someday I will find a device that is just for books.  

At least Amazon doesn't do pop ups in the middle of a paragraph. Maybe I shouldn't write that because it might give them an idea on how to increase their annoyance factor. Or maybe I should be more patient and wait to go to the library or my favorite bookstore.