Inspiring Story of “Iron Lady” Muniba Mazari

19 07 2019

Sometimes even to live is an act of courage. 20 yro Muniba Masari’s life was shattered by a car accident when her husband who was driving fell asleep and the car fell into the ditch. Though he managed to jump out and save himself, she sustained lots of injuries:  fractured wrist, collar bone and rib cage; because of the rib cage injury, her lungs and liver where badly injured. She couldn’t breath, she had lost urine and bowel control. To add to that, her backbone where completely crushed. She was paralyzed for the rest of her life.

Two and half months in hospital and multiple surgeries later, the doctor said she will never walk or have a child again.

She was devastated and asked her mother, “Why me. Why am I even alive?”

Her mother said to her, “This too shall pass. God has a plan for you; I don’t know what it is.”

Those magical words set Muniba’s heart afire. She had always wanted to be an artist, and though the doctors said she could no longer use her hands, she asked her brothers to bring her canvas, and when they brought them, she did her first painting inside the hospital and that began her process of recovery.

When she was discharged, her doctors told her to lie down straight on her bed for 2 yrs.

“That was when”, she said, “I realized how lucky people were who could walk around, go outside, and they don’t even know it” She decided she was going to help others to know how lucky they were.

Her first step was to liberate herself from her fears. So she took a paper and jotted down all her fears.

Her biggest fear was losing her husband, divorce. She was 18yro when she got married to the man her father chose. It was never a happy marriage. Her husband had survived the accident unscathed and scorned her because of her condition and was having an affair with another woman.

 “I was clinging on to this person who didn’t want me, Muniba said, and from that day, I decided to liberate him, to set him free.”

But in so doing, she set herself free also, from worries.

Perhaps, this was what St. Josemaria meant when he wrote “Is it not true that as soon as you cease to be afraid of the Cross, of what people call the cross, when you set your will to accept the Will of God, then you find happiness, and all your worries, all your sufferings, physical or moral, pass away?”

 “In fact”, Muniba continued, “I was so free that on the day that I heard that he was getting married again, I sent him a text saying congratulations, I am happy for you, and he knows that I pray for him today.”

Unawares, she had followed the teaching of Jesus who said, “You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ But I tell you, love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?  Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect. – Mt 5:43-48 

Again, her fear of never having a child of her own evaporated when she realized that there were thousands of children in Pakistan who had no one to love them. So she decided to help them, by adopting one as her own, and a cool stream of happiness flowed back into her bruised heart. Today Muniba has a healthy young son whom she loves and who loves her, more, she goes around giving talks and helping people see the good side of life, and appreciate what they have.

Every great athlete will tell you that they are at their best when they are not self focused or self conscious, but rather when they are totally focused on the outside, on the game, likewise, people who have suffered some disaster are best able to overcome when they resist the urge to bitter self pity, focus on helping others.

Muniba’s pain and suffering opened her eyes and made her more understanding with the sufferings of others and thus made her a better person.

“There are incidents that happen, that deform you, yet they mold you into the best version of you,” Muniba said, thus affirming the truth that behind the dark clouds of pain lies the silver lining of realizing a better, more beautiful version ourselves, like gold purified by fire, like rough diamond made valuable by knocks and chisels blows.

Understanding God

“God has a purpose you,” her mother had said to her and those magic words had set her heart into a search mode, looking outside of self. It awoken her curiosity to discover what she can do to help others, for to suffer need is something that can happen to anybody, but knowing how to endure it belongs to great souls, to souls who have loved much.

It is understandable that most people avoid suffering like a bat avoids fire, but if the suffering has come to stay, then rejection would be futile and harmful because the hand of the clock no matter how we wish cannot be turned back.

The wise thing is acceptance. And making the best of the bad situation

This is why the Christian message is so powerful and is called the good news.  God emptied himself, became man, and humbled himself to die on the Cross, so that people like Muniba will know that God loves them since he himself choose to suffer similar affliction, but not just her, but indeed all men and women of all times

Prior to Jesus message, suffering was insufferable, and those who suffered had no hope. Then worldly power and wealth was everything and a man’s worth was largely measured by what he had.

Christ turned all that upside down. He, being rich, became become poor, born in a Manger, the dwelling place of animals, lived poor and preach that the poor are blessed, and that all the things that men cringe and fly from are the true treasures, hunger, thirst for Righteous, meekness. Further, He not only preached, His death and resurrection sealed His teachings as authentic and indeed divine.

Though Muniba isn’t a Christian, she has grasped the tenants Christianity, and just like in the Passion, the Cross ceased to be a symbol of punishment and became instead a sign of victory, so Muniba’s wheel cheer and urine bag is a sign hope and victory for all. At 42, she has won so many international award as an artist, motivational speaker, activist, TV Host, and Pakistan’s First Goodwill Ambassador to UNWomen Pakistan.

“I always go around with a big smile on my face,” Muniba says, an iron woman whose example is urging everyone to make up their minds to follow the way of self-surrender even when the Cross is on their shoulders, she urges us to have a smile on our lips, so that light can enter our souls.

Muniba Iron Lady of Pakistan

by Chinwuba Iyizoba





The Girl Who Looked Death in the Eye and Smiled

8 03 2019

#InternationalWomensDay

by Chinwuba Iyizoba

People the world over flee illness and suffering and despise death as an evil that must be avoided at all cost. They feel themselves most unfortunate, even unlucky if ever one or the other should overcome them. Yet, there was a young girl who did not despise and fly from suffering and pain, but even looked death in the eye with a smile, accepting and embracing it as a gentle caress full of affection from a God who loved her so much.

Who was this girl and how did she come to have such uncommon attitude in the face of pain, suffering, even death. What gave her mind to understand that acceptance rather than hatred and rejection are the most effective antibiotics against infecting the soul with bitterness. What were the outcome of these her radical ideas?

Her name was Maria Montse Grases, a young Spaniard who lived in Barcelona. She was only 17 in 1957 when she was diagnosed with a rare and painful bone cancer called Ewing’s sarcoma. In the 50’s   Ewing’s sarcoma was a death sentence.


Maria Montse Grases

 Montse loved life and had an infectious smile straight from the heart. Her eyes shown like diamonds, tall and strong, it seems there was almost always a perpetual smile on her face, a smile that came straight from the heart. Her eyes were kind, friendly and filled with playful mischief.  She was neat and tidy and her clothes reflected style and taste. She especially liked a green plaid skirt that reached her ankles

  She liked sport and music as well as traditional local dances. She was a good athlete, playing basketball, tennis, and ping-pong. But her favorite recreation was outings with friends.

In many sense she was like any other girl; yet, she was unlike many other girls because she radiated an inner charm and her virtues and character made her attractive to all who met her. 

She almost never worried about herself but busied herself taking care of others, she showered love and attention on the needy and suffering; and took her friends to visit poor families and sick people, and she regularly gave religions classes to the local children in parishes, and would sometimes bring them toys and sweets.

 She took great care of her spiritual life of prayers because she loved God with a personal love that was both intimate and filled with reverence.  To her, God was a friend with whom she could share everything, the deepest secrets of her soul, she laid bare to him daily in prayer and anything that worried her.

Like every young woman, she had her personal shortcomings.  Impulsive and brusque at times, she however never compromised with her personal defects, wrestling resolutely against them and struggling to control her occasional ill temper, and be friendly and jovial with everyone.

This greatness of heart shone like a brilliant star when she demonstrated a rare capacity to dedicate herself to something greater than herself. 

When she was 11, her parents came in contact with Opus Dei an institution in the Catholic Church that shows ordinary people how to be holy in the ordinary circumstances of each day. They readily understood the message of Opus Dei and within two years both had joined Opus Dei.

Montse’s parents thought her how to deal with Jesus with confidence, they strove to make her stable companion of Jesus sparing no effort to make it happen.  It was her mother who first suggested she visited a center of Opus Dei, where Christian and human formation is give to young girls. In attending the means of formation given in the center of Opus Dei, she perceived one day God was calling her to serve him as a celibate member of Opus Dei. She was sixteen

After meditating, praying, and seeking advice, she asked to be admitted to Opus Dei. From then on she struggled decisively and with constancy to seek holiness in her daily life. She struggled to be in constant conversation with God, to discover the will of God in the fulfillment of her duties and in caring for little details out of love, and to make life pleasant for those around her. She was able to transmit to many of her relatives and friends the peace that comes from living close to God.

Her brother George soon took notice that Montse had changed. Though externally, she was the same, same dress, she still attended classes on cooking and arts, but her brothers noticed that she was no longer arguing with him, and was more affectionate and tactful. She seemed to have suddenly grown up.

What made her so readily generous with God?  Some people attribute it to her parent’s generosity with God in having a large family. Montse was the second of nine children.

“Me and my wife agreed in everything, ready to start a Christian family, accepting all children God wanted to send.” Her father said.

Ewing’s sarcoma

One day on June 1958, Montse went skiing with friends and injured her leg. The pain was excruciating and won’t go away; her parents took her to a clinic. After lengthy investigations, the doctor took her parent aside, and told them she had a rare kind of bone cancer, causing the great pain she had been experiencing. But worse, it was incurable. She was going to die.

Devastated, her parents wept inconsolably, unable to speak or break the news to her.

Finally, they told her.

“Would it help if they cut the bad leg?” she asked.

“I am afraid my daughter, that will not help.” her sad father said.

To her parents surprise she brightened up and began singing a Mexican song and that night, as her mother recalled slept soundly.

Little by little, her illness got worse though, and she spent many a sleepless night squirming in pain; the treatment made her suffer a lot. Her pain increased to the point of being almost unbearable. From February 16th on, her leg was so swollen up to the hip that her skin began to crack.

Treating the leg was terribly painful. But instead of complaining, she hummed a song. She always had an affectionate word for those who treated her leg, even though they couldn’t help hurting her.

She couldn’t eat. To take anything was a real torture. Since she couldn’t swallow anything, she sucked on a piece of ice for refreshment. She usually commented that she was a coward because she was afraid the suffering would come.  

Jesus was afraid to die?

At first, she naturally was afraid to die. One day she said to a friend: “I’m afraid of dying, because I’m afraid to be alone.”

Her friend tried to encourage her by mentioning the scene of Jesus in Gethsemane was afraid to die.

“Jesus was afraid to die?” She exclaimed, astonished that she hadn’t thought about that before. Joy flooded into her heart.

“What joy to find myself afraid together with Jesus,” Montse exclaimed ecstatically clasping her hands, her face radiant with peace and joy.

 “Together with Jesus I will face death happily!”

The end drew to a close rapidly however.  At the beginning of March they had to call the doctor quickly because. Montse had such a weak pulse that it was hardly noticeable.

The doctor, when he took her pulse couldn’t hide his concern that was noticed by all. Montse broke the anguished silence by picking up the doctor’s bag from the bed and saying: “Mama, have you seen this strange bag?”

This made everyone smile.

She grew much worse. They thought the moment had arrived to give her the Blessing of the Sick. She also thought it would be good to have it as soon as possible. A priest of Opus Dei administered this sacrament. Montse followed the ritual with great devotion, showing no sadness. Every once in a while she smiled at her mother who knelt at the foot of the bed.

On March 18, eve of the feast of St. Joseph, it seemed that the hour of her death had arrived. Montse was very happy.

“How do I look,” she asked those who were staying with her.

 “All right,” someone answered. Montse wanted them to say, “Worse.” And when asked, “How do you feel?” she answered unenthusiastically, “Me? Fine; just look.” The clock struck eleven, and she asked, “What time is it? Am I still here?”

At twelve she was asked, “Montse, do you want to pray?”

 They said the Angelus. At that moment she was more awake, and she said: “Do you know what I think? I’m not going to worry any more. When God wants, he’ll take me.”

Soon to Heaven

St. Joseph’s day passed, and her general condition improved somewhat. The doctor came to see her and Montse asked later: “What did he say? What’s happening? Aren’t I going?”

“He said you might go at any moment,” they answered.

 “Can you imagine? Soon to Heaven, soon to Heaven! Will you let me go?” she exclaimed happily, hugging the person who had told her the doctor’s comment.

Little by little she weakened. The nights were the worst. A continuous sweat left her exhausted. She became very thirsty and felt suffocated. The night before her death, Montse wanted to say something. But in spite of the effort she made no one could understand her. Early in the morning of that Holy Thursday, March 26, 1959, the directress of the Opus Dei house that she attended was close to her bed, and Montse asked her to say aspirations since she herself couldn’t talk anymore. About ten o’clock she tried to sit up to see the picture of the Blessed Virgin Mary that she had in front of her bed.

She whispered: “How much I love you. When are you coming to take me?” These were her last words. Her life ebbed away little by little.

At noon, those who were with her prayed the Angelus. She must have followed it with her heart. It was her last glance toward the One she loved so much, and to whom she had said so many things during her lifetime. Those who were with her began to say the Rosary in a soft voice, and they had just finished the first mystery when Montse died

Montserrat Graces, an 18 year old girl when she died on March 25, 1959 and was recently declared venerable by Pope Francis. She is a model for all women on women’s day. 





Angel Priest

21 01 2019

It was a pleasant surprise when the relentless fog of bad media enveloping on Catholic priesthood was momentarily lifted by a bright ray of sunshine. In August 4, 2013, a young woman, Katie Lentz was trapped inside her crushed Mercedes Benz rammed by a drunken truck driver. Her life was slowly ebbing away. The rescue workers huffed and puffed as they cut and drilled trying to free her, but were getting nowhere. They were about to give up when a priest appeared and asked the sheriff if a priest was needed. He was carrying a bottle of anointing oil. The sheriff said yes and the priest knelt by the wrecked car and started talking with the young woman inside. She asked him to pray that her leg stops hurting. He did so.  She asked him to pray aloud, he did and absolved her from her sins, anointed her with oil”

He then stepped aside to allow the workmen continue their jobs.

Shortly after, things began to work and the workmen cut and pulled the woman out of the wreck. She was immediately flown to a hospital and survived. When they turned to thank the priest, he was nowhere to be found.

The workmen where unanimous, a miracle had occurred. They all agreed that the priest’s prayers helped pull this off. The officials at the scene said it seemed he appeared from nowhere, and he couldn’t be found in any pictures taken at the scene and left without anyone seeing where he went.

She survived but, for days, no one could figure out who the priest was, and the media was agog.

“Mystery Angel priest appears at Missouri Car crash” one headline went.

“The power of prayer and the Miraculous Angel priest,” screeched another.

At last the priest in question caught wind of the hubbub and quietly came out. Fr. Dowling, for that is his name, said that he was pleased that he was able to help by performing his ordinary ministry and noted that that he was just one of many who responded to assist the victim at the accident. “I think there may have been angels there too,” he added.

Fr Dowling

He was a good priest, and like all good priests, took no credit for what happened, rather, he selflessly attributed the success to others.

Suddenly, the story was no longer sensational, not even entertaining.

“Mystery Angel priest is just an ordinary priest who did nothing,” scoffed one headline.

 Disappointed, the media moved on in search of other sensations. They are like children who had flocked in looking for ghost stories and found an ordinary priest who had no wings, and couldn’t vanish.

 Search for the extraordinary, celebration of scandals and lethargic indifference to common place things are traits of today’s media culture, often at the mercy of the unscrupulous who, spurred by money, no doubt, fabricate titillating stories that are rewarded with instant media attention.  

Yet ordinary life is chockfull of miracles and God works great miracles from the ordinary. So as the world reels from the ugly acts of some priests, it’s worth remembering that there are plenty of good priests like Fr. Dowling, whose prayers, self effacing work and ordinary priestly duties makes the world a better place yet never acknowledged or celebrated by the media.

Katie Lentz

Out of hospital, and on her 20th birthday, Katie Lentz finally met Fr. Dowling and was so happy.

 “I feel so honored to be with such a man of faith,” she said. “He was there to do his job the day of the accident, and I’m so thankful he was there.”

Katie Lentz meets Angel priest

Chinwuba Iyizoba





Wishing You and your family Holy Christmas

24 12 2018

This Christmas, may you and your families experience the joy and peace proclaimed by the angels, and be ever more open to God’s wonderful surprises!’

In this busy season, we might ask ourselves how the Lord himself would like us to keep this feast.

If we look at the first Christmas, we see that it is full of God’s surprises. Mary is visited by an angel; Joseph is told to take her in, to become a father to her Child and to flee with the Holy Family to Egypt.

But the greatest surprise of all is that God himself becomes a little Child, born in humility and poverty.

Christmas changes our world. It speaks to us of God’s self-giving love that should inspire the way we live and relate to one another. It tells us that we best celebrate the Saviour’s birth by imitating Mary’s trusting faith and Joseph’s quiet openness to God’s will, and by opening our hearts to the Lord, who asks us to make room for him in our busy lives.

Amid the bustle of our Christmas

preparations, may we not forget the very One whose birth we are celebrating! And in worshiping the Son of God, born in the poverty of our flesh, may we be mindful of the poor and those in need all around us.

This Christmas, may you and your families experience the joy and peace proclaimed by the angels, and be ever more open to God’s wonderful surprises!

© Libreria Editrice Vaticana

DECEMBER 19, 2018 12:52

GENERAL AUDIENCE

https://zenit.org/articles/pope-reflects-on-christmas-during-general-audience/

Here is the Vatican-provided English-language summary of the Pope’s address at the General Audience this morning:

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Speaker:

Dear brothers and sisters: In a few days it will be Christmas.





Brett Kavanaugh’s INNOCENT! why he wept

4 10 2018

Breaking news, FBI just completed its investigations and found Brett Kavanaugh INNOCENT.

Last week, in tears, Brett Kavanaugh defended his innocence and honor and that of his family, against an accusation  so blatantly false, it rankles. Yet for that, liberal ideologues and their cronies, the fake media, steeped in lies and deception, are vilifying him. They say that he is weak and unfit for the Supreme Court.
He should have been able to keep calm, smiling, and cheering, they howl.

But they are wrong; Bretts tears showed that he is human. He isn’t the coldblooded and reptilian eyed judge they want, capable of sentencing millions of innocent unborn children to death, so that adults could have universal access to recreational sex.

Bret Kavanaugh is a kind man who weeps when women and children are violated.
He wept for the innocent men and women whose honor and good name would follow his to the refuse bin, if falsehood triumphs.

He wept for his country, once the pinnacle justice, fair play, freedom and liberty, now at rock bottom and digging.
He wept because justice can no longer be expected even for a judge.

He wept for the people charged with upholding the constitution now blinded by rage and thirst for political power.

Perhaps,  he wept at the shock of realizing how far gone some people are along the path of perfidy, as they try to rationalize an evil and fabricated liean uncorroborated sex assault allegation, rushed in at the very last minutes to derail his nomination hearing by a woman who couldnt get her story straight after 36 yrs.

The Fake news media sometimes admit that he is an upright man, but, they say, other people wont be willing to admit this and argue that he is a gang rapist. Now, how does he prove that he is not a gang rapist?

At other times, they say that he is always claiming that his conduct is clean, noble, and upright, and ask if he minds examining the matter again to see if, on the contrary, it might not be dirty, twisted, and ignoble.”

They are take polls to prove the obvious, yet cannot believe the results of their own polls because they have chosen not to believe.

The world isnt blind to the fact that the assault on Brett is an unscrupulous assault upon a basic natural right of all men to be treated with respect.

A minimum of justice demands that, even when actual wrongdoing is suspected, an investigation of sorts be carried out with caution and moderation, lest mere possibility be converted into certainty. Yet, he has been pronounced guilty till he proves himself innocent. And they proceed to carry out an autopsy of every inch of his private life.

It is clear that an unhealthy curiosity to perform last minute autopsies on a good name built over long years of hard work and selfless sacrifice for his country should be ranked under the heading of perversion.

Faced with traders in suspicion who prey on the intimacy of others, we must defend the dignity of Judge Brett Kavanaugh, because it’s to defend the dignity of every person and his right to peace. All honest men, Christians or not, agree on the need for this defense, for a common value is at stake: the legitimate right to a good name unsullied by false accusations.

Brett Kavanaugh wept because he was forced to declare all the good works he did in private, publicly. But for the rash accusation, he would have wished them remain hidden, and for the eyes of God only.

And yet, for declaring them, and not slinging a ton of mud upon himself instead, his critics immediately assume that, in addition to being a devious villain, he is also hypocritical and arrogant.

Yet the truth is out, thanks to false accusations. Now we know that Judge Brett Kavanaugh, never took advantage of any woman that he was a virgin at college , an indictment of liberal sex addicts prowling arround college campuses, and a good example to the young. Brett saw in every woman, a sister and a mother, worthy of honor and respect.

In defending Judge Brett Kavanaugh, we are defending, no less, the right to do good without publicity, to help the disadvantaged out of pure love, without feeling obliged to publicize ones efforts to serve others, much less to bare the intimacy of ones soul to the indiscreet and twisted gaze of persons who know nothing and want to know nothing of disinterested generosity, except to mock it mercilessly.

But how difficult it is to be free of this meddlesome sleuthing. The means invented by liberals to prevent this good man from being left alone have multiplied

More women are coming up with more incoherent accusations, all of them vague and shifty, puppets of their liberal sponsors.

Lets all close ranks and defend this innocent man, Brett Kavanaugh against those vilifying him, for who knows? You might be next.

Article by Chinwuba Iyizoba
Editor of Authors – choice





The SMEAR of Brett Kavanaugh

1 10 2018

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From lurid promotion of gay sex and pornography in junior high school, to the absurd notion of gender neutrality, the Democratic Party of the United States is shoe-honing perverse ideologies all over the world.

Not many years ago, it was out right crime for a man to use high school girls bathroom, today it is legal.

Any Tom, Dick and Harry who says he is a girl can use the girl’s bathroom in any girl’s school in the US.

Wondering what the hell is going on?

The Democratic Party is transforming society from human to anti-human, from life to anti-life and from God centered to anti – God.

Not many years ago, you would be bat-in-the-head crazy if you seriously couldn’t point out the physical difference between a man and a woman. Today you would be in deep trouble if you did, especially among enlightened University professors at Ivy leagues.

13 yrs old girls are cutting off their breasts—without telling their parent– to become boys, and the freak show is just warming up.

Not many years ago, it would be criminal insanity for men to parade streets in their underwear. Yet yearly, in many cities all over the US, at televised “gay pride”, naked men march through streets kissing one another.

All these perversions are made possible via the Supreme Court

In 2013, a gay man, Jim Obergefell, wished to get his fingers on the money of his dead partner. He sued the state of Ohio for denying him the right to list himself as his widower. Losing in all federal courts; he went on appeal, all the way to the Supreme Court. On June 26, 2015, the U.S. Supreme Court struck down all state bans on same-sex marriage, legalized it in all fifty states, and required states to honor out-of-state same-sex marriage license.

Way back in 69’ a 22yrs old woman, unwed, mired in addiction and alcohol, and desperate for a way out of an third unwanted pregnancy sued the state of Texas, in the famous Roe v. Wade. The case was decided by the Supreme Court on January 22, 1973, legalizing abortion throughout the US.

Between 1970 and 2014, CDC reports nearly 44.5 million legal induced abortions, and the universalizing of partial birth abortion– killing children as they exit the birth canal.

There are many cases pending at Supreme Courts, like the Bathroom bill that would allow any man, who self identifies as a woman, to walk in and use girl’s restroom.

The ultra feminist are waiting outside the hall of the Supreme Court with various class action law suits designed to destroy the nuclear family, replace men and make them irrelevant. All are headed to the Supreme Court.

Thus, the Supreme Court is power and any man occupying that seat has the power to change the world.

Thus, it is understandable that the democrats hate  Brett Kavanaugh, the Supreme Court nominee to replace retired Justice Kennedy. Judge Brett Kavanaugh is a family man, a practicing Catholic, who loves God and mankind and may not enjoy the devils game that  Democrats love. He may be an obstacle to the institutionalizing of immorality, anti-life, anti-family, anti-God ideology  that the  democrats so desire.

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Hence, they, the democrats have used, and are ready to use any means, any method, and any measure. Nothing is out of bounds to make sure he is not confirm, or that he withdraws his candidacy.

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At his confirmation hearing, hysterical mob sponsored by democrats tried to disrupt hearing, even as ordinary Americans and indeed the rest of the world watched, astonished. When that failed, they moved to the next stage. SMEAR tactics

 

Enter Dr Ford and sexual allegations.

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Just as the confirmation hearing was rounding up, and precisely on the last day, a democratic senator unleashed a bombshell. She brandished a letter where Christine Blasey Ford, a 50 something year old woman, levied unsubstantiated claims of sexual assault against Kavanaugh.

 

Scores of Democratic senators, commentators and unhinged protesters rushed to defend Ford even though what she claims happened more than three decades ago is devoid of corroborating evidence.

Ford could not remember key details like when and where. She claims the alleged groping incident was at a teenage drinking party 36 years ago and named four witnesses. They have all since come forward saying they don’t know what she’s talking about.

Like a script from the smear masters, details of her claims were sketchy, engineered to avoid specifity, an important part of creating falsehood and smear.  Specific claims can be hazards because if they are refuted, the gig is up.   So everything needs to be vague, ambiguous and easier to shape. Ms Ford couldn’t remember or specify the *house* where the event took place, because that would lead to specific ownership trouble.  If the owner of the residence refutes the false claim, the lie cannot advance.  Hence, the “where” must be generally ambiguous.

Neither could she say concretely when the Judge Brett attacked her sexually. This is because “when” can also be a problem.  It would suck to give a specific “WHEN” only to find out the accused wasn’t in town, or was elsewhere.  Hence any specific “when” must be avoided to retain the false assertion?

According to the Senate majority leader,” The Committee thoroughly investigated the last-minute allegations that have been brought forward. The evidence that has been produced either fails to corroborate these accusations or in fact supports Judge Kavanaugh’s unequivocal denial.”

To paraphrase Sheryl Atkinson in her book, “The Smear” A lie can travel halfway around the world before the truth gets its pants on.

All this conforms to basic smear tactics: When confronted: 1. Admit nothing 2.  Deny everything 3.  Demand proof 4.  Make counter allegations 5.  Discredit the opposition.

The Democrats are now at no: 5 of Sheryl Atkinson: the character assignation of Judge Brett Kavanaugh. But what someone wrote on twitter should sound as a warning to any American voter who wishes to sit and do nothing while they savage an innocent man:

 

“If that’s the new normal, voters must realize this: Your husband’s not safe, your brother, son, uncle or any man you know. They can all be falsely accused of sexual misconduct — and have their lives destroyed — thanks to feminists and liberal lawmakers who care more about their party’s political agenda and ideology than any semblance of due process.”

 

Article by Chinwuba Iyizoba

Editor of Authors-Choice

 

 

Editors Note*

Diabolical ideologies must be defeated through the concerted effort of right thinking people who fight to resist evil with everything they have, and through prayers. It is prophetic that Pope Francis  has asked all Christians to say the prayer of St. Michael the Archangel, this October, for the protection of the Church. Angel Michael is the prince of the angels who defeated the devil in the apocalyptic war. I urge everyone to pray it also for the defeat of the devils possessing the democratic party in the US

 

 

 

 





Kim Kardashian toes the path of Theresa of Calcutta

7 06 2018

Kim Kardashian toes the path of Theresa of Calcutta by helping a grandmother, Alice Johnson, who has spent 21yrs years in prison, regain her freedom. We pray that Kim continues on this path of light. Watch and enjoy








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