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Report Voter Fraud: Call your Secretary of State

In Uncategorized on October 25, 2016 at 10:09 PM

Report Voter Fraud: Call these numbers for your state


Widespread voter fraud is being committed in our nation and on a grand scale. Individuals and groups are reporting vote flipping, ballot stuffing, dead and illegals voting. Ballots are even being changed after the vote is cast.

We have long said that voting in today’s elections is being done to give us the illusion that we still have a choice. We no longer have a vote and out vote no longer counts. Our votes are cast but the fix is in and regardless of what the people want, the “machine”, the “NWO”, the “man behind the curtain”, the “establishment George Soros types” with all the money have the final decision when it comes to deciding who will be our next President.

George Soros practically owns the “Smartmatic” voting system consisting of control of 16 critical states. Much like Karl Rove stole the election from John Kerry and gave it to G. Bush 2, by sending the ballots cast to a Basement dwelling of a Pioneer Bank in Chattanooga to be flipped so will George Soros do to preserve the election for Killery Klinton. If you remember Kerry was winning by 3 percent in Ohio. This win would have won him the presidency. Karl Rove and his band of thieves sent the ballots to be certified in Chattanooga and the votes were flipped leaving Kerry with a 3 percent loss. That 3 percent resulted in a win for BUSH and Rove.

Let’s not allow this to happen in our state or anywhere and let’s call the numbers of your Secretary of State each time we catch a thief with his hand in the cookie jar.

Stay vigilant and report it to them. If they do not take you serious threaten to sue them for incompetence and or collusion with Hillary Clinton.

Here is a list of numbers to report any cases of voter fraud and intimidation in all 50 States are listed below, thanks to Trump51 – Massachusetts for sharing this information.

Alabama 334-242-7210
Alaska 907-465-4611
Arizona 602-542-8683
Arkansas 501-682-5070
California 916 657-2166
Colorado 303-894-2200
Connecticut 860-509-6100
Delaware 302-739-4277
Florida 877-868-3737
Georgia 877-725-9797
Hawaii 808-453-8683
Idaho 208-334-2852
Illinois 217-782-4141
Indiana 317-232-6531
Iowa 888-767-8683
Kansas 785-296-4561
Kentucky 502-564-3490
Louisiana 225-922-0900
Maine 207-624-7736
Maryland 410-269-2840
Massachusetts 617-727-7030
Michigan 888-767-6424
Minnesota 877-600-8683
Mississippi 601-576-2550
Missouri 573-751-2301
Montana 406-444-3976
Nebraska 402-471-2555
Nevada 775-684-5705
New Hampshire 603-271-3242
New Jersey 609-292-3760
New Mexico 505-827-3600
New York 518-473-5086
North Carolina 919-733-7173
North Dakota 701-328-4146
Ohio 614-466-2585
Oklahoma 405-521-6457
Oregon 503-986-1518
Pennsylvania 717-787-5280
Rhode Island 401-222-2345
South Carolina 803-734-9060
South Dakota 605-773-3537
Tennessee 615-741-7956
Texas 512-463-5650
Utah 801-538-1041
Vermont 800-439-8683
Virginia 804-864-8901
Washington 360-902-4151
Washington DC 202-727-2525
West Virginia 304-558-6000
Wisconsin 608-261-2028
Wyoming 307-777-5860

Hillary Clinton aiding ISIS with financial and logistical support of Qatar and Saudi Arabia

In Uncategorized on October 19, 2016 at 5:14 PM

Hillary Clinton aiding ISIS with financial and logistical support of Qatar and Saudi Arabia

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This operation must remain “low key.” “The governments of Saudi Arabia and Qatar are providing Clandestine financial and logistical support to ISIL and other radical Sunni groups in the region.”

The statement above is from a leaked Wikileak email from Hillary Clinton.

This is treason, aiding and abetting the enemy!

How can we possibly support a person like Hillary Clinton to run this country.

The MSM will not run this story. It is up to you. Please pass this info around.

Friendsofsyria.wordpress.com writes:

…Can you guess why?

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that The Saudi’s brag about funding 20% of Hillary’s Presidential campaign, and along with Qatar, are among the largest donors to the CLINTON FOUNDATION.

Is it any mystery now why ISIS has flourished under the Obama/Clinton administration? The United States has created armed and funded the terrorists overthrowing Syria via our Terrorist State allies. When you know this it makes you look at the situation in Syria differently. Perhaps Russia and Iran are the ones fighting ISIS, it stands to reason once you know we are fighting Russia, and at the same time arming ISIS.

BCNN concludes:

We do not need this woman and her operatives destroying this country from within.

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Hillary Clinton calls for “One Hemispheric Government”, if elected

In Uncategorized on October 19, 2016 at 2:13 PM

Hillary Clinton calls for “One Hemispheric Government,” if elected

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In a recent WIkileak email Hillary Clinton states she “Dreams of a one hemispheric government with open borders and open trade.

This should scare every American tremendously. The move to a one hemispheric secret government echoes of the NWO, New World Order we have heard from leaders like George Bush, Obama and Henry Kissinger.

Obama said about the New World Order or One Hemispheric Government,

The Washington Post’s Chris Cilliza highlighted this excerpt [emphasis added]:
“But whether people see what’s happening in Ukraine, and Russia’s aggression towards its neighbors in the manner in which it’s financing and arming separatists; to what’s happened in Syria — the devastation that Assad has wrought on his own people; to the failure in Iraq for Sunni and Shia and Kurd to compromise — although we’re trying to see if we can put together a government that actually can function; to ongoing terrorist threats; to what’s happening in Israel and Gaza — part of peoples’ concern is just the sense that around the world the old order isn’t holding and we’re not quite yet to where we need to be in terms of a new order that’s based on a different set of principles,that’s based on a sense of common humanity, that’s based on economies that work for all people.”

George Bush said this, https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=txukr5zgHnw

Henry Kissinger said this,

In many opinions, the New World Order must be in place to welcome the Antichrist, this is biblical and we will discuss this another day. The UN already has in place a New Arc of the Covenant in New York, complete with a template and US support for a One World Religion.

The next move by Hillary Clinton will be to inundate our economy and culture with 10 million Islamists that will eventually usher in the NWO and turn the corner to welcome the Antichrist. The rise and or fall of our country will hinge on this next election and the leader we choose.

I hope before November all Americans realize that the greatest danger to a free society is to approve of a government administration that claims to operate in secrecy is harmless.

Especially when we know it is intended for the express purpose of keeping secrets from the Legislative Branch and the Judicial Branch and the citizens who elect them.

There are powerful forces at work that would deflect attention from the simple fact that to allow one branch of our government to operate in secret without oversight defeats the system that keeps us free.

Hillary Clinton is a far greater threat to our democratic republic than Donald Trump could ever be.
By Rosejac in comments

I hope we make the right choice on November 8th, 2016.

God Bless America.

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Project Veritas video 2: Hillary Clinton operatives tell others how to commit voter fraud

In Uncategorized on October 18, 2016 at 7:43 PM

Project Veritas video 2: Hillary Clinton operatives tell others how to commit voter fraud

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Deep State DNC and Operatives openly tell how to commit voter fraud, incite violence and suppress votes once again.

In an ongoing report that promises more, the DNC and its dark operatives are busy attacking our Republic from an underground approach. These Hillary Clinton operatives are seeking cover of night to do her dirty work.

Wide spread abuse, laws broken now seems to be the narrative for the DNC, Hillary Clinton and her band of evil doers.

Watch this video, get mad if you want and pass around to your friends.

It’s sad we the people have to do the work of MSM and spread the truth. We at BCNN can rely on our friends to spread this “underground” if need be.

Our near 1 million or so readers can spread the news as we have done many times before.

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Spread the news and let’s take our country back.

BREAKING: James O’Keefe just released VIDEO #2 and it’s even MORE revealing than the first!!!

Project Veritas: Hillary Clintons darkest underground operatives exposed

In Uncategorized on October 17, 2016 at 6:32 PM

Project Veritas: Hillary Clintons darkest underground operatives exposed

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Project Veritas went undercover and has exposed the darkest of the darkest we call the Hillary Clinton machine.

Her collaboration with the underground, the shifting of money to the homeless, the AFL-CIO, the DNC, Hillary Super Pacs to “bird dog” and disrupt Trump rallies and events is almost too hard to watch.

To see America and our Republic destroyed from the inside is truly a spectacle to watch. To see these operatives exposed is like seeing the devil for the first time, displaying its pure evil.

I have long suspected that many of the George Soros, DNC types were very active on the ground, but I have never had proof of that notion. Now, in living color that “conspiracy theory” is brought to light in dramatic fashion and these covert demons display their game.

Watch this 15 minute undercover video exposing the lies and the deception happening right before our eyes.

Your Mainstream media will not air this, you will not hear this on CNN, so watch now then share and share again. America needs to see this.

I’m sure this video will not be available long.

I am confident that our near 1 million or so BCNN readers will spread this like wildfire.

You know what you need to do! Go!

My Moms House: A tribute to the greatest woman I have ever known.

In Uncategorized on October 9, 2016 at 3:35 AM

Ecclesiastes 12:6-7New International Version (NIV)
6 Remember him—before the silver cord is severed, and the golden bowl is broken;
before the pitcher is shattered at the spring,and the wheel broken at the well,and the dust returns to the ground it came from, and the spirit returns to God who gave it.


Mommas House: A tribute to the greatest woman I have known.

Recently I saw my mothers spirit leave her body that ended her journey on this Earth.

We were surrounding the bed as mom had become critically ill and we were looking to make some tough decisions soon and we witnessed her departure. Moms tension in her eyes released, her facial muscles relaxed and she took her last breath, break every chain played lightly in the foreground.

This is a moment I have seen many times in my Nursing career but had never seen it this closely.

My Sister said did you see that?

I said yes. And we watched Mom leave her body and her spirit ascend into heaven. Mom is no longer on this earth.

Her spirit was returned to God who gave it.

INTRO: A few short weeks ago mom was in critical condition in the hospital. I had elected to stay at her house in between hospital visits, instead of traveling back and forth to home, we were tired.

I have always reached for pen and paper when in stressful situations, it’s sort of a coping method for me and has been for many years. So I started writing.

I would like to share that experience with you as I began to process that her passing may be eminent.

It will only take a few minutes but I hope you will see the influence she was on myself, my brother and sister and many others.

This is one of the toughest things I have ever done, please bare with me as I struggle to do this.

In my mind I am attempting to reconnect to my mom who was very sick at this time and I was very concerned that she may not be coming home from this hospital stay.

My Moms House: A tribute to the greatest woman I have ever known.

I begin to slowly make my way around the house my mother had lived in. She left this earth September 22nd at 0535, 2016.

As I exit your house and head to the hospital I quickly reflect upon my time inside your home, so briefly!

I became a child again today, I am a man reaching out to find something to grasp, to hold as I feel you slipping away.

I rummaged through a few things, listened to ghosts of my past and leaned in to hear you speak. I cocked my head much like a tiny puppy, even leaned in to hear your voice again, you spoke softly through memories and I listened intently.

I crack the door, step in and quickly the sweet smell of where you had been, the essence, the linger of your perfume rises lightly, a hint of an evening meal, I breathe in deeply and I continue to walk around receiving and searching for memories, this was a gift to me.

The place I’m at right now is not far from my childhood, yet sends me to the present, tears well up and start dripping to my chest, I clear my eyes and I slowly walk around.

In the kitchen, the way you left it when you exited to the hospital, as if frozen in time.

Ears of corn still on the stove, a tiny dish of prepared food dipped in a light sauce stuck like glue to a small dish sitting beside the stove, my habit of doing the same at my home gave way and explained why I do the same.

A half empty Diet Coke sitting on the counter and the dishes in the drainer, glancing on the wall as a chIld I stare at some of the same pots and pans eerily the same 40, 50 years ago.

The bathroom, your customary art work hanging, comet, lemon scented cleaner setting beside the tub. Almond flavored soap, tassels hanging from the tapestry, I begin to hear the tub filling as a child she placed my head under the water to seek silence from a loud world, she begins cleansing my hair, a soft hymn wafting from her lips, wrapping a towel around my steamy red body, quickly hugging me till I am dry. I am there, I am now an adult rummaging through memories attempting to connect with my inner child, not caring where my mind goes or my thoughts wonder, just to feel you with me once more, holding on to the hopes of another hug, another conversation, another kiss.

Into the hallway, a change of clothing is hanging. Perhaps a cloak for her final resting place. Am I watching her prepare for her passing? I wish not to think this way, but perhaps.

I slowly walk to your small dining area, The table set, the mid table display of fresh fruit, salt and pepper shaker the same as I remember when I was small child. The crispness of an apple, the scent of an orange peeled just for me.

The pantry stocked full of quick one step meals, even spam, a bag of pinto beans, perhaps for chili or a quick meal for a fall trip to the lake.

A small summer sausage log laying there begging me to slice it and savor some of my past. I did ask “Should I cut it?” I cut it into the morsel, my mouth stinging slightly from the spices. I flash to a payday or day doing laundry when little treats like this were rare but never spared. I begin to chuckle lightly, reaching for another memory.

I am now pouring salty peanuts into a carbonated beverage watching it spew over the bottles edge, the salty protein finish brings a smile to my face, delivering another rich memory to me.

To the living room where hair bows and inexpensive make up surround a mirror where daily grooming techniques were performed.

Makeup supplies scattered as if you were hurrying to paint your face. After all, “I cant go to the hospital with my hair and face unkept.”
“Always wear clean underwear, you never know who may see them” she would say.

My mother more beautiful now as she was younger, stained with wisdom, strengthened by pain, enforced with the satisfaction that your life was dedicated to us and our well being. It’s aware to me she is heading to the hospital.

I positioned to sit where she sat while peering into her mirror. I looked beyond my face and can see her sitting there. A few wrinkles more pronounced but sitting upright, arthritic hands still working to push her thinning grey hairs into place, placing liner on wise eyes and a thinning brow, cheeks now rosy.

As the tears continued to flow, the connection was made.

I see a young girl, a rising mother, an aging grandmother and today, preparing for her day, committed to her children, destined to leave an ample legacy, death looming.

I see pain from years of being in the fight called life. Life darts that once tortured and the pain felt are now a subtle memory where a giant has crawled from the ashes, leaving her legacy in her wake. A strong lady with enough battle scars for two lifetimes, a steady course, she overcame.

The mirror smoky with old make up, finger prints from adjustments, perhaps a hint of tar from a barely inhaled cigarette I see my mom lending me her borrowed time, her remnants of a gathered apprenticeship where I was the study, a worn path she laid for me to follow.

Though imperfect and beyond perfect in the same breath, my mom a resilient statue of strength smoothed with guilt, triumphed from a life, a shell, a remnant with some regret. Her greatest gift, all in this room, someone, somehow influenced by her light.

Thank you momma for giving me the ability to love, to live and share my learned love skills with those I love. You gave us a house of love and no regrets.

Thank you momma for giving me this chance at life, you instilled in me, in all your kids that same desire to be the best we could be.

A special gift you gave me to descern good from evil, wrong from right, giving us just enough of Gods light to afford us a substantial fulfilled and rewarded life.

That narrowed edge, that delicate cloth, the wet eyes that pleaded with God to have your offspring overcome great obstacles and become men and women with a purpose able to create lives of our own, we are here, we are your fruit.

Your ability to capture life, harness its power and pour it into your children is where my gratitude begins and my debt to you will never end.

Your example, your firmness, resolve to see us grow to where you needed us to be, a place we were not always comfortable, but somehow landed.

The example you led gave me a path to see that life as it is, is worth living, worth sharing and leaving us presentable as whole spirits willing to relinquish only our pride for an ample chance at life, to be who you thought we could be could not have been possible without you.

We shared much of our life while growing up together reliving much of those challenges that held us temporarily back, only to see dark clouds roll away and a new day appear with renewed hope and energizing spirit eluding the swords of a life that could have resulted in a ruined heap of regret, yet you stayed the course and oversaw our safe arrival.

That ability to see the good in people regardless of the pain they inflicted, to forgive when others dare not, to love when love was not returned.

I, through you saw innocence turned to cold honesty while confusion mired our pathways yet your resolve saved us much, while allowing an imperfect vessel to see through that perfect lens that you now possess.

Trying to understand the hand being dealt, but trying to understand the heavy hand that kept us down. We were joined by your spirit to paint a life of worth with hope as a beatitude.

As I step away from your home where I was mired and steeped for a day or so, again wrapped in your arms, though distant, felt the same. I am somehow in a trance, wondering when you will return or to our reunion on the other side.

Thanks mom for sharing this moment with me, thanks for allowing me to sleep in your bed where life was and where your ascension began.

Mom, do me a favor once again. Stand on that porch and greet me once again, wrap your arms around me, snuggle your warm nose against my neck and let me hear you say you love me once again.

Please allow me once again to hear your laughter, let me chuckle at your wit, feel your weight pulling me into your embrace.

Mom, don’t go yet, come back to us once again. Allow us one more meal, one more memory, a taste of your home cooking, a recipe shared, perhaps that day may not come, perhaps it will.

Mom I feel this is not your final chapter. You have a house full of love awaiting you once again, your story is not done. You have another portrait to paint.

Provide me one more glance at your crooked smile, your smooth hints of how you just fixed your hair, take me through a scrape on my knee or a bump on our heads once again.

It’s your subtle lady like demeanor, the way you dip your chin when you smile, one more worry about your weight or a pain in your back or doesn’t my hair look good today?

Please allow me one more memory, I promise I’ll sit still, I won’t run in circles to out maneuver your scoldings, you bearing down through my stubbornness, your nudges of encouragement, I’ll listen this time to your inclinations and advice momma. You gotta give me this one last walk!

Love you mom…….


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