Internet Regulation - Part...(oh hell, I don't remember the part)....CONTINUED!!

National Platinum digital check.  They just drew it up, and poof!!  Instant money out of YOUR account!

I bring you this post America, due to the fact that something has re-reared its ugly head (is it possible to re-rear?  I suppose all is possible in the English Language...lol)

Three years ago, my wife and I were looking a little sad, money-wise.  This of course was not long before my home was stolen from me (See INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE - PART X).  We got online and checked out a few companies, and selected one, then filled out the application.  We then got another pop-up, concerning a membership with a place named National Platinum, which was, at that time, located in Charlotte S.C.  We have since discovered that these people sure get around.

There's a site on the web (well, to be honest, more like about 10-50 sites+++) that mentions this wonderful company..and some others just like it.  The BBB gives them a D.  I think they're being awfully nice, really.  Here are some of the names they've gone by, as well as some online businesses they've been affiliated with:

National Platinum (This was their name back in 2010, and I noticed complaints as late as 2012, and then they just stop...I'm not entirely sure they're still dumb enough to use that one).  At the same address, they were also called Maximum Platinum.  They have had offices in Jacksonville, N.C., as well as Reno, NV.

NSC (National Credit Services) - This one's a doozy.  I'll get back to this one.

ULSC - United Lending Services Co.

Can Capital (www.cancapital.com)

Money Start (www.mmoneystart.com)

Magic Installment Loans (magicinstallmentloans.com)

Just to name a select few.  And, just so you know...I'm not just pulling names out of thin air. Please, if you would, go to:

http://www.ripoffreport.com/reports/specific_search/national%20platinum

...as well as the BBB, and look up the primary company (National Platinum...a name I'm guessing they no longer use).  Amazingly enough these people have been getting over on America...FOR YEARS!!  With the same M.O. all along, no less.

Oh.  Just another loan company on the take you think?  Yup.  There is that.  But there's tons more.  See, this place doesn't just do loans.  Matter of fact, I think it's rather safe to say that these people don't do loans...at all.  No, these folks are...well, they're a trip, I'll give them that.  Thank God I'm a law student, or I would have been just as bamboozled by these folks as my wife was...wait, no, is...no, let's make that "Might be for some years to come".  Here's how the whole thing went down:

See, they pop up as you fill out your info for a payday loan.  Whether personal, or business, it matters not.  It became frighteningly apparent, rather quickly, that these folks are the ones that run the show, and are actually in charge here, not the original folks that you were signing up with.  Oh, sure, you can ignore the pop-up and just close it...but once it's there, it doesn't exactly go away.  If you read any of it, it offers you a 10K line of "credit, on a card, then when you receive this card (and a catalogue of their choice of items) you're allowed to charge any of these items offered...with a small down-payment on the item, using your credit card, of course.  What they DON'T tell you is, that if they, National Platinum, after checking your credit (which I'm betting is also done by them) determines your credit to be crap (after you pay them their $20 membership fee) then the "down payment" on the product is going to be around 75-85 percent of the full price...and the rest of it is "borrowed"to you at 30% interest.  But of course, a smarter person would just shut it down.  Funny thing is, next thing you know, even though you didn't even look at it, there's a rather large sum of money being taken out of your account...somewhere around $100.  When we noticed this, they had already taken that amount twice.

They had produced and sent an electronic check to the bank, using the routing and account numbers that we had entered into the loan application, and used it to draw money out of our account...without permission.  Verbal permission that is, I'm sure, in the loan app, it probably reads that they are allowed to do this, under whatever umbrella business name they might have been using at the time.

In a panic, we rushed to close the account before any more debits were made, and called Wells Fargo, where we had the joint account.  They told us there was NOTHING they could do about it, except what we had done, close the account, then report it as fraud to the police.  Nothing was ever said about getting the charges reversed, yet another thing I just love about banks.  They won't tell you anything that might assist you, especially if it costs THEM money.  But that's been discussed in other posts, and if it hasn't, you can sure bet it will be.

It was certainly no shock to me, that, upon calling their "Customer Service" line, I received nothing.  No, no, I take that back.  I received rudeness.  I received yelling.  I received threats.  I even received a few hang ups when I asked to speak to a supervisor.

Now, granted, if this had been all that had happened, we would have written it off as another mistake made without checking into the company.  What would happen next surprised even me.

We soon began (both of us) getting calls from these people...claiming NOT to be these people, but law enforcement.  Lawyers.  The threats were evil at best, and full of things you could never imagine anyone, even those that are about scams, using.  "We're going to be serving you papers to appear in court" and "We're going to be putting out a warrant for your arrest...today!"  One day she called me to tell me that someone had talked to her boss, to tell her that someone from our police department would be down to put her in handcuffs and arrest her there on the spot, if she didn't re-open her account and pay them immediately.  At the time, I had not attended law school as yet, but I was sure that whatever they were saying was quite illegal.  I reverse looked-up the number, and found that these people were in South Carolina...but that the calls were coming from somewhere in unincorporated South Dakota somewhere.  They called themselves representatives of Wells Fargo bank, and the company name was NCS.

Knowing this was the case, I contacted the police departments in the area.  They had said that I would have to file harassment in my state, then they would contact their police departments in South Dakota.  I thought of a better idea.  I told her to have her boss take any phone calls, then her and I both got our numbers changed, and after a week or so, the calls stopped.

And so, we had gotten rid of them...or so it seemed.  Not just a week ago, three and a half years later, my now separated wife called me to tell me that I wouldn't be able to reach her anymore, that someone had called to tell her boss that an attorney in New Jersey, who worked for a company there, was serving papers to have her entire check garnished, and if she didn't make payment arrangements immediately to pay them $1200, that she would be arrested by the Polk County Sheriff's Department, here in Des Moines, Iowa.

I told her to give me the number.  I called this person, who was, indeed in (unincorporated, once again) New Jersey.  I called the man and threatened him to leave her alone, that he was harassing her at work, and that he was to cease all collection activity toot-sweet.  It didn't stop.  For the entire day, they called her...and me. I got a different person's name every time I called the place, and obviously people were on the phone a lot, because I kept getting their answering machines about every time I called...and got through to someone twice.  The first time they answered they just said "Hello".  Wow.  The 2nd time, they used my name...Bruce.  I hadn't said a single word, either time.  I could hear a sea of voices on the other end talking to people on the phone.  I finally decided to make them a scary enough threat...I threatened to come to Belle Mead, New Jersey with as many bombs as I could carry, to blow up the building they worked in.  I never heard from them again.  Neither has she.  That's what it took to make them stop.  The name of the company making the calls?  NCS.  National Credit Services.

I have the feeling, though, that they'll be back.  After I went, once again, down to our local police department, to once again file charges (which, by the way, garnered zero results the last time we'd done it), I talked to the detective there about it, and he said "Oh, we get complaints about things like this all the time." The stories differ, but it's evidently rampant."  As for how these people get away with doing it so long, and why they don't get in trouble for impersonating law enforcement officials, or lawyers, is beyond me.  The BBB has 50+ logged complaints against the former incarnation of this company, and Ripoff Reports, who is dedicated to exposing these kinds of scams has over 128, on National Platinum alone.  For NCS (National Credit Services), the company that was supposedly hired by Wells Fargo to retrieve payments on the money that we supposedly owed National Platinum (funny, that...I'm thinkin' these are the same people), has 151 reports on the same site.  That link is here:

http://www.ripoffreport.com/reports/specific_search/NCS

How this stuff goes on and on unchecked is beyond me.  As I studied this "Electronic Check" closer, I remember noticing the name it was made out to (besides the name of the company), Ryan Greaney.  This must be the mastermind, I'm thinking.  I looked up the name, and the closest thing I could find was a Ryan Greaney, from Jacksonville, N.C., as being the son of a lady who had her obituary online.  Sounds like the same guy to me, but it's hard to tell.  For all we know, this guy changed his name to mimic someone more famous.  There are other people with that name that own corporations.  Hard to say.  Either way you slice it, there's someone out there actually getting away with this stuff, and I'm sure a lot of it has to do with lax rules on how a business is allowed to operate on the Internet.

BS, LIES, SOFT LANGUAGE

ADULT CONTENT WARNING!!  THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS A LOT ABOUT BULLSHIT, SO MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO THE AVERAGE READER!!  IF YOU'RE NOT INTO HEARING ABOUT THE BULLSHIT, THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T READ THIS!!

It just has to be another Carlin Dedication Day today America.  I find myself missing the guy's Pearls of Wisdom.

OK OK, comin' up with something to beat the band we had playin' a couple of days ago?  Probably isn't gonna be an easy task.  Oh, but it seems like I never have a problem with it, right?  There's always more than enough going on around here, and by God, if I can't find something, well, something just comes right along and plunks itself right down in my lap and wiggles around, like a lap dancer, impossible to ignore, no matter how hard I try.

Today's lap dancer?  Well, to be honest (all BS aside), it's gonna be about BS.  But then, you guys know, as well as I know myself, that BS isn't the only problem here, and to talk about one side of this problem by itself, is a lot like just eating the whip cream off of the top of the pie, then, on another day, scooping out the filling, then later, when you get hungry again, eating the flaky crust.  Kinda stupid.  I think we'll devour the whole pie at once, and call it a day.

But let's just go with the BS for now.  Now, you all know my true, utter feelings on BS, this should be quite apparent by now.  I just don't deal with it.  It sucks, I hate it, despise it, abhor it, disagree with it, would rather burn it than invite it over for tea and crumpets, and I'd love to see it boiled in oil and hung upside down on the highest yard-arm, to be quite frank.  There's only one...small....problem.

America was founded on BS.  The first recorded BS, in our history, was when a small group of Patriots gathered together in a room, and hammered out today's Constitution, which, in it's preamble, states, in no uncertain terms that "All men are created equal."  Then they went home and ordered their slaves to bring them dinner.  Not a good start, in my opinion.

Oh, but it didn't stop there,  not by any means...

No, the BS continued on.  In made its way into our Bill of Rights (please, if you would, read my posts on The Law Itself, if you don't believe me), and rooted itself into our Government.  Then, inevitably, well, we just adopted BS as our national religion.

Now, it's everywhere.  We're taught to BS people as early as five or six years old.  Talk to a four or barely five year old lately?  No?  Try it.  One thing I love about kids this age, is that they always TELL THE TRUTH.  No matter how socially incorrect it might be, no matter how much it hurts, or damages your ego or destroys your confidence...no matter WHAT, they tell the truth.  And what's the first thing the parent does then?  Pulls them off by their arms, as you hear them scolding..."Timmy!!  You don't tell your Uncle he's an idiot!!  It's not nice!"  Immediately, you're teaching your kids to BS others!!  You're going against your natural instinct to just say it like it is!  You're immediately placed on a path of fiery coals, of fragile eggshells, and taught to dance over it by having to stop...think...analyze, then, when you get it right in your head (some five or six minutes later, in which time, you've more than likely forgotten what you really wanted to say originally), spit out a pack of lies, in order to spare the feelings of others.  I only wish we could just stop at five...and stay there.  A world full of five yr. olds...heaven.  I'm not crazy about the North Eastern states, kids, but I gotta say...a country full of New York Cities wouldn't, in my opinion, be all that bad.  Now THOSE people stopped caring about things they'd say AGES ago.  I do have a special affinity with the population of New York City.  And where do you think that Mr. George Carlin was from?  You guessed it.

Oh, but to make things worse, it doesn't stop THERE EVEN!!

No, it starts from the moment we wake up too, each and every morning.  We start BS'ing ourselves when we get up and look in the mirror.  What, YOU don't, you say?  BS!!  Tell me you don't put your clothes on, shave your face, brush your teeth, and grin insipidly, all the while thinking to yourself "Damn I look good!!"  BS, straight and simple.  Half the time, you don't, and you know it, but lying to yourself (some people call that having a positive self-image) is dangerous at times, as well as feeding yourself full of destructive BS.

Oh, but you KNOW it doesn't stop there!!

No, then, if BS'ing ourselves wasn't nearly enough, now we feel the need to go out into the world...and BS them too!!  You know what I mean...you start with the wife and the kids "Oh, honey....you look great this morning! (she's in her nightgown with a robe pulled over it, hair in curlers)... Johnny...I want you to know I really like that shirt (that one you can't STAND and hope he grows out of soon).  Then it's off to work.  On the way, you stop to complement the neighbor's dog (the one that barks interminably all night long and that you can't wait to "accidentally" run over the next time the opportunity presents itself) on how fine his coat looks today...then you arrive at work, and the whole thing starts all over again.  It then manages to stretch itself over the entire day, the rest of the week, and the months to come.

Here's my favorite though.  Women have come up with something you can't BS them on, and they use it whenever they can.  "Honey, do I look fat in this dress?"  I neither blink, or I cough, sputter, nor do I delay, not even a little.  If she does?  "Hell yeah, you look fat.  Change into that black one, I like that one."

But does it cease here?  Ohhhhh......noooooooo

When we finally get past that awful truthful part of our lives, and we've  passed our 7th birthdays, we're now taught, offiicial and experienced BS'ers.  BS continues, then, into bars, family functions, funerals, weddings, employment interviews, travel, friendships, religion/the church, the sales and auto industries, careers, corporations, advertising, etc.  I'm surprised every citizen in this country isn't bald, as well as tripping over their noses for miles!!

But are we done yet?  HELL NO!!

No, the BS has not only rooted itself here, it's become commonplace.  In politicians, politics, and in our Government.  This is the great teacher of BS.  The source, and the inventor of all BS in our country.  We live it, we breath it, we digest it, and we poop it out.  BS is now in our diets, we expect it, and we've come to terms with it.

But some of us are finally getting tired of it.  I myself?  Am on a personal mission to eliminate the BS.  White Lies, complements we don't mean, stories embellished just to entertainment others, and dishonest behavior, oh....and soft language.  This would have to be my biggest #1 hatred, America.  BS in the workforce, and on the street has gotten to currently ridiculous levels, all because we've gotten way too sensitive, and just are in dire need of new things to complain about.

I'm sorry, but if you were a cripple in 1960, chances are you're a cripple today too.  You're not disabled, nor are you differently-abled, by God, you are in the same spot you were in 1960.  Not able to walk.  Crippled.  If you're married, you're married.  You would be married today, just like you would have been if you lived in 1690, or in 1210.  You'd be married, and there'd not be a damn thing you could say to change my mind about it.  You're not COUPLED, nor, when you get DIVORCED, are you, in my book, ever going to be UNCOUPLED.  If you can't see, you're not gonna be un-sighted, nor are you going to be without sight, or partially sighted.  You're just gonna be blind, and I don't care how used to the new stuff you are, I sure don't care about your feelings, nor am I going to apologize for what I said once I think about it...because I'm not...gonna think about it.  If you look fat, fatter than I remember, I don't care if you're my best friend, I'm going to tell you.  And I hate to say it, but a lot of people really like me for it.  So I don't think I'll be changing that about myself anytime soon.  As a matter of fact, I changed...from being a BS'er to being the way I am now, why would I go through more trouble to learn by going backwards?  Hell no.

No, the BULLSHIT STOPS RIGHT HERE FOLKS.

No more will I ever use the acronym BS.  We've been swearing long enough, if I wanna make a point, and SHIT has to enter into it, in order to make my point, I'm gonna just come out and say it.  It's been around a long time now, and the sensors have been slowly allowing more and more in our movies, but even though it's perfectly OK in theatres, and on TV as well, it's NOT OK in the streets, at your grandmother's house, or at the funeral for your sister.  Nor is it OK, where you live OR where you work.  FOR REALLIES??

And someday, when I've used those words enough, and taught others to quit BULLSHITTING each other, then maybe Google will give in and allow it.  Today, I might just get enough complaints to make me throw in a disclaimer, pre-warning you of the danger you might face when you read it.  I did that on my own, by the way.  God knows I wouldn't wanna offend you, as you go to the R movie, talk about my sinfully profane article, as you watch Julie Andrews spout profanity over and over in "S.O.B.", just a mere 16 years after she cleanly and beautifully sang to her children in the "Sound of Music".

Here's the danger in softening up everything folks.  Insults, truths...whatever you want to call them, coming right out and saying what we meant to say (and meaning what we say, as well) is what helps us get our ya-ya's out.  If you take away our stress balls, by taking away our balls, well, we're gonna store it up.  And what happens when you store things up?  You blow up.  Funny, seems like there's been an awful lot of that of late (see Columbine, Postal workers and Mr. Elliot).  Give folks no mental outlets, and you have more mental people.  You think maybe THIS is the reason for an increased amount of diagnosed mental illness in this country, and why it's at an all-time high?...hmmmmCOULDBE~~!!

If I have anything to say about it, all soft language, lies, bull, phoniness... is going in the garbage, immediately, a.s.a.p., AS SOON AS I take office.  If it kills me, we're gonna tell that guy how crappy his dog is for barking all night, and, if you don't do something about him...well, I may just have to kick his little teeth in.  Then maybe, tomorrow, when the thought crosses your mind to pick up a gun and shoot up a high school because they've been mean to you, you might just have second thoughts and put the gun down again.  It's all about stress release folks.  If you don't release it on the little things, it'll build up to one of those big things we hate so much.

And if you want to find out just how ridiculous we've become, or if you're not convinced about the level of ridiculousness we've achieved in this, our new century; then Google Carlin, watch him on YouTube, and get a clue.

Solemn Moment of Silence - The Death of the Dishonest Politician

Wow, what a ride, right?  For those of you who have absolutely NO friggin' clue what just happened there?  See, anyone you see on TV, in the papers, on the Internet, well, there's no transparency, period.  These people that come along, you know what they want you to know.  You know what they allow others to tell you.  Who am I speaking of?  Presidents.  Vice Presidents for that matter.  Your Senators, Representatives, Supreme Court Judges, etc., etc., etc.  Who are these people and where do they come from?  What have they done in their lives that we little people really know about?  When do we usually find out what their secret demons are?  When they get to office, 9 times out of 10.  Is this right?  HELL no.

I'm beginning to think that, someplace, they must have a politician genetics farm, where they hand-raise these people, and, when they mess up in office...(like when Bill goes for Monica, Richard M. forgets to tell people he's spying on others, or when G.W. says something that doesn't make any sense), well, it's back to the genetics lab, and we try for something a little more acceptable.  This is probably how we arrived at Barry, we were getting sick of the demand for a black President, so we threw in some African-American DNA this time, just to see how acceptable he'd be.  "Not too much...just a sprinkle.  We don't wanna piss off the white voters COMPLETELY, ya know...And when he's gone, well, back to the ol' drawin' board.  And we WERE gonna try Hilary in 2016...Because of all the screaming about a female President...but I think we'll back it off some...maybe bring out a new star right after the election....We really screwed it up with this Benghazi crap, didn't we?  Oh well....maybe...Chelsea, for 2020!!"  Who knows.  It seems like there are some really strange people that pop up for this crap at the last second...and does anybody know them, or know where they came from exactly?  I never do.

I just think, really, more than anything, that it's bizarre that almost no one who runs for office, as corrupt and greedy and...HUMAN we Americans have become, that nobody we elect ever seems to have any kind of a record, or hasn't ever done a damn thing wrong in their entire lives...but as soon as they're in, they're messing up, and with record-breaking fervor, no less.  You can't tell me, unless our Government is actually a secret corruption factory (which I refuse to rule out entirely), that all of these people are corrupted by their offices alone.  Which, of course, leads me right back to that politician genetics testing farm theory. "Oh damn.  We forgot to weed out that addiction gene...no WONDER he bought crack and got caught smoking it!  Ohhh.....that's right, we threw in a little African-American to appease the Washington D.C. voters that time, didn't we?  Jim, you really gotta make sure that 'love of crack' strain is sifted out entirely when you make the next mayor, OK?...sheesh. And no more high blood pressure either...I don't know HOW many times I gotta say that!!  Oh well. Back to the drawing board!!  Try again people, and this time, let's get it right!!  And I don't think that Barry thing is working out anymore, no more politicians named Barry, first OR last name.  The people are beginning to make the connection!"

I guess what I'm trying to say here, America, is that it's about time you knew who in the hell you were dealing with next time.  If it's not too late, I have big plans to run for the office of President next time around.  For those of you just picking me up for the first time, I plan to run in 2020.  There's going to be some big differences here though.

1. The most important difference here between me and the rest of the usual rabble we'll have cropping up to run for office that year will be the fact that I'll be the most open book you're ever going to see run for this or any office.  Dig all you like, but you guys all know...well, everything.  If you're new here, and you know NOTHING, well, please read, start to finish, the entire INTERRUPTION OF SERVICE series.  I've left out as little as possible.  Everything's there.  I dare you to find ANYTHING you don't already know.  Every card is out there, and my heart, bearing a tattoo of the American Flag, carried by an Eagle, is on my sleeve in neon.  I love this country (in general), and want to see the days we were happy, respected and prosperous RETURNED!!  I'll warrant, when taking a poll that this country's pride is suffering at record levels, that a lot of people, at this time, would say they aren't as proud of US anymore as they used to be.  When the sun comes up, the first words out of my mouth are usually "God, I hate this place."  Yeah, I'm usually referring to Des Moines, Iowa, when I say that...but I think, deep down, that the U.S. is also on my list of intended targets as well.  I feel the need to reiterate this statement, I'M NOT GOING TO BE THE PERFECT CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT.  I don't think anyone in this country can say they are.  I won't be either, but you're going to know that, as well as why.  That's the IMPORTANT difference.

2.  I won't be full of it.  This, the 2nd of the most important things we should make sure of before ANYONE runs for the highest office, goes hand in hand with #1.  No more BS, no more hiding, no more lying, and NO MORE DISHONESTY, ANYWHERE.  No more promises I have no intention of fulfilling once I get what I want, no more hidden crap, no more secret agendas, no more NOTHING.  We're all tired of it.

3.  Nothing...and I mean nothing will be done without the acceptance of the people.  Our offices will be there to serve the people.  The doors will open, and all "Cabinets" laid bare.  The open door policy will indeed be in place, unlike Obama's play scene.  Letters will be answered by ME, not some pre-fab letter writing program.  I remember writing four letters to the current President, 4 to different senators, and 3 to various Judges in Washington.  I got nothing but pre-fab back.  I couldn't believe it.  Did anything I discuss get any sort of notice, come up before anyone...ANYTHING AT ALL??  Nope.  Nada.  All valid, nothing crazy.  Simple stuff, really.  Not a peep back or action taken.  Just dead air.  This has got to stop.  This is the greatest and biggest indicator that the government is out for the government, SCREW the people.  Who gives a crap, RIGHT?  We're already here, what are they gonna do, huh?

4.  I will NOT...I repeat, NOT take a single...thin...dime for my campaign.  I will not be seen flying over America, nor will you pass my Limo on the road.  No, keep your eyes pealed America, because the fanciest thing you might see me in will be the Lincoln Town Car that picked me up on the side of the road, as I walk across America to get the way that you really feel about things.  Look for that, and do it soon, my plan, ultimately, will be to be on the road by Nov. 5, 2016.  I'll be looking for shoe donations, that's for sure.  It'll be of the "Man in the Wilderness" philosophy.  I want to be amongst you, show you I"m just like the rest of America...Tired, Angry...you get the picture.  What I will take, however, will be your support, your input, and your hospitality.  I want you to take care of me while I'm out there America, I'll take a ride, and we can talk about your concerns and your issues.  If you'd like to put me up at the motel you run on the side of Highway 69, come on by, let's play some spades, and we'll talk about what you'd like to see happen from 2020 til 2024.  "Hey, there's a restaurant my Uncle Tim runs, just over there, you want some dinner?"  I'm good with that.  I want no money though, America.  I want you to know that your President's soul is as clean and bare as it can be when I get to office.  There will be no corporate sponsors, no buy-offs, no bribery.  I won't make a single promise, I won't guarantee anything, I won't smile and say "It's gonna be all good, don't worry."  It's not gonna be easy, all good or any of this.  It's gonna be a hell of a battle, if I manage to make it through the front doors.  Washington isn't going to want me there, of that you can be sure.  But then, I won't be there to make Washington happy, either, so the hell with it.  Bring it on, I say.

5.  We will, without question, right any wrongs, with haste.

6.  I will not be a party affiliate.  I won't be left, right, radical, liberal, conservative, archaic, independent...none of it.  I will be human, I will be fallible and I will be an American...and most of all, I will be a Patriot. That's all you need know, right?

7.  If I die along the way, or I get assassinated for running, then you'll know what's what, and I have no problem with it.  I WANT to be a martyr for America folks.  If it comes to that...and you know that it's likely, that if I'm that popular, knowing my views, It may just indeed come to that...and it's important for you to know that I'm ready for that.  And, when it does happen, if it's unavoidable, I'd like you to completely ignore the Parties' attempt to shrug it off and continue on....and try again, with someone else you want.  See, they don't want me in office, you know it, and I do too.  They'll do everything they can to stop me.  I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't open my door today to an assassination drone sent by Barry himself.  The important thing you have to do though, is TO NOT ROLL OVER.  DON'T YOU DARE.  Blow off the caucuses...raise your voices, and put your next candidate for President on your shoulders, and carry on.  I WILL BE A MARTYR TO HELP BRING BACK THE AMERICA WE ALL KNEW...AND STILL LOVE TO THIS DAY!!

Whatever it takes.  You know what we all need.  Let's bring it back, and take it back.