Is this the cached Facebook page of Germanwings co-pilot Andreas Günter Lubitz?
It looks like the original was taken down.
This is Google’s cache of https://de-de.facebook.com/andreas.lubitz.3. It is a snapshot of the page as it appeared on Mar 24, 2015 18:45:19 GMT.
Sarah Palin telling it like it is.
It’s said that a man’s word can affect the course of history. Certainly a man with a microphone can. Mainstream media lies. Without accountability their power can influence national debate, shift momentum, and destroy a person’s good name. All affecting history.
When one of their own repeats a lie for 12 years but is excused with the help of the media’s herd mentality, tragic distrust and despondency blankets our land. The veil is torn, however, with the revelation of exaggerated, self-centered falsehoods like NBC’s perpetual lie that belittled our soldiers and their truly courageous missions. The face of that network’s news lied about combat experiences in Iraq and then with false humility accepted the title of “war hero” while the press ignores, disrespects, and often destroys the good name of our true war heroes. To me, that’s like soiling sacred ground.
http://www.stripes.com/
news/us/ nbc-s-brian-williams-recant s-iraq-story-after-soldier s-protest-1.327792
http://www.washingtonpost.com/ lifestyle/style/ brian-williams-admits-that- his-story-of-coming-under- fire-while-in-iraq-was-fal se/2015/02/04/ d7fe32d0-acc0-11e4-9c91-e9d 2f9fde644_story.html After having his lies exposed by troops who were there, this news anchor’s recent acknowledgement of “mistakenly” repeating his grandiose story for more than a decade makes this sad tale even worse because even in his explanation he is deceiving.
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www.truthrevolt.org/news/ brian-williams-misleads-vie wers-his-apology-misleadin g-viewers Brian Williams equated himself with our honorable vets and troops in combat boots with a made-up story of his courage and victorious return to the make-up chair strolling in his Bruno Maglis back to read his TelePrompTer’s twisted scripts, and we were forced to swallow it all. That was then. This is now, when we can thank God for new unconventional media that scatters the deceiving herd that would do this to America.
An enlightened public grows more confident everyday knowing we do not have to settle for mainstream garbage insulting our intelligence as it’s sold as “news”. The American public deserves so much better and it’s encouraging to see so many rise up and demand better. It’s why we’ve turned off the old, we turn on the new, and we’ll never look back.
Leftist media and their minions in politics tried for too long to fundamentally transform America with their shared assumption we would fall in line and bend our backs as they rode us with reins to control our individual sovereignty. America said enough is enough and we strengthened our spine so we could fight for freedom, sometimes requiring battles against our own leaders. Remember Hillary Clinton, always seeking the title of Commander in Chief, using a harrowing account of coming under enemy fire in Iraq? (http://
philadelphia.cbslocal.com/ 2015/02/05/ sharyl-attkisson-brian-will iams-not-alone-hillary-cli nton-lied-about-being-shot -at-in-bosnia/) Of course it didn’t happen. But a protecting press excused her with sympathetic descriptions of an exhausting schedule – evidently a schedule having more negative impact than that of her equally busy male competitors, because it was blamed for her dramatic lapse in recalling a near-death war zone experience that was really all made up. It goes without asking, would the press have done the same with others we can think of, had she or he “mistakenly” claimed taking on such danger in their drive to win an election? Taking the Williams and Clinton examples, it also goes without asking, if they lie about things like this, what and who else do they lie about?
Be encouraged though, America! The demise of old media is a result of us saying, “No more.” It shows you what you can accomplish as a free and exceptional nation! We demand truth in reporting by shifting a market away from those refusing to give it. We demand adherence to our Constitution by taking back our government from those refusing to do it. We demand the fundamental restoration of America by refusing to bend to anyone dangerously transforming it.
Thank you for that! And thank the Lord for blessing us with the wisdom and wherewithal to get this done.
– Sarah Palin
Surprise! Brooklyn cop killer Ismaaiyl Brinsley’s Facebook page has Qur’an quote: “Strike terror into the hearts of the enemies of Allah”
It turns out he was member of The Religion of Peace… go figure!
If Obama had a son….
Ismaaiyl Brinsley murdered two policemen in Brooklyn today, as they were having lunch. The murders are being reported as revenge for the deaths of Eric Garner and Michael Brown. However, there appears to be more to the story. His Facebook page contains a photo of Qur’an 8:60, which includes the phrase, “Strike terror into the hearts of the enemies of Allah.”
He also identifies himself as an Arabic speaker, which is not common among gangbangers.
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A dying grandma tells her grandchild, “I want to leave you my farm.
That includes the barn, livestock, the harvest, the tractor, and other equipment, the farmhouse and $24,548,750.45 in cash.” The grandchild, absolutely floored and about to become rich says, “Oh grandma, you are SO generous! I didn’t even know you had a farm. “Where is it?” ” With her last breath, Grandma whispered, “Facebook…” |
A 76-year-old woman walked down the hallway of Clearview Addictions Clinic, searching for the right department. She passed signs for the “Heroin Addiction Department (HAD),” the “Smoking Addiction Department (SAD)” and the “Bingo Addiction Department (BAD).” Then she spotted the department she was looking for: “Facebook Addiction Department (FAD).”
It was the busiest department in the clinic, with about three dozen people filling the waiting room, most of them staring blankly into their Blackberries and iPhones. A middle-aged man with unkempt hair was pacing the room, muttering,”I need to milk my cows. I need to milk my cows.”
A twenty-something man was prone on the floor, his face buried in his hands, while a curly-haired woman comforted him. “Don’t worry. It’ll be all right.” “I just don’t understand it. I thought my update was LOL-worthy, but none of my friends even clicked the ‘like’ button.” “How long has it been?” “Almost five minutes. That’s like five months in the real world.”
The 76-year-old woman waited until her name was called, then followed the receptionist into the office of Alfred Zulu, Facebook Addiction Counselor. “Please have a seat, Edna,” he said with a warm smile. “And tell me how it all started.”
“Well, it’s all my grandson’s fault. He sent me an invitation to join Facebook. I had never heard of Facebook before, but I thought it was something for me, because I usually have my face in a book.”
“How soon were you hooked?”
“Faster than you can say ‘create a profile.’ I found myself on Facebook at least eight times each day — and more times at night. Sometimes I’d wake up in the middle of the night to check it, just in case there was an update from one of my new friends in India . My husband didn’t like that. He said that friendship is a precious thing and should never be outsourced.”
“What do you like most about Facebook?”
“It makes me feel like I have a life. In the real world, I have only five or six friends, but on Facebook, I have 674. I’m even friends with Juan Carlos Montoya.”
“Who’s he?”
“I don’t know, but he’s got 4,000 friends, so he must be famous.”
“Facebook has helped you make some connections, I see.”
“Oh yes. I’ve even connected with some of the gals from high school — I still call them ‘gals.’ I hadn’t heard from some of them in ages, so it was exciting to look at their profiles and figure out who’s retired, who’s still working, and who’s had some work done. I love browsing their photos and reading their updates. I know where they’ve been on vacation, which movies they’ve watched, and whether they hang their toilet paper over or under. I’ve also been playing a game with some of them.”
“Let me guess. Farmville?”
“No, Mafia Wars. I’m a Hitman. No one messes with Edna.”
“Wouldn’t you rather meet some of your friends in person?”
“No, not really. It’s so much easier on Facebook. We don’t need to gussy ourselves up. We don’t need to take baths or wear perfume or use mouthwash. That’s the best thing about Facebook — you can’t smell anyone. Everyone is attractive, because everyone has picked a good profile pic. One of the gals is using a profile pic that was taken, I’m pretty certain, during the Eisenhower Administration.”
“What pic are you using?”
“Well, I spent five hours searching for a profile pic, but couldn’t find one I really liked. So I decided to visit the local beauty salon.”
“To make yourself look prettier?”
“No, to take a pic of one of the young ladies there. That’s what I’m using.”
“Didn’t your friends notice that you look different?”
“Some of them did, but I just told them I’ve been doing lots of yoga.”
“When did you realize that your Facebooking might be a problem?”
“I realized it last Sunday night, when I was on Facebook and saw a message on my wall from my husband: ‘I moved out of the house five days ago. Just thought you should know.”
“What did you do?”
“What else? I unfriended him of course!”