No Justice For Iasha Rivers

You probably don't know about Iasha Rivers. In 2014, she was an executive for Macy's in New York city. beautiful and self-less, she devoted many hours volunteering for those less fortunate.  She attended a party. She woke up the next morning in a man's bedroom. A very old man. A very rich man. She was bruised and bleeding from her vagina. She didn't remember what happened. 

She went home and confided her fear to a friend. The friend urged her to go to the ER - it sounded as though she might have been slipped something in her drink. 

Iasha Rivers faced a huge problem. If she accused the old powerful rich man of rape - what would happen to her? 

Well, she mustered up her courage and filed charges, as reported by the New York Daily News on October 14th, 2014.  I mean, she was on the board of the National Action Network. Which is about the protection and support of the black community. 

Oh, wait, did I mention that Iasha is a young beautiful black woman? The man she accused of raping her is white. Old. White. Rich. A civil rights attorney, as a matter of fact. His name is Sanford Rubenstein. He was actually kicked out of sex club a few weeks after the rape accusation. And a his ex-girlfriend (also black and very young) asked her to have an orgy. 

You would think, with all the rage against the establishment, the major news stations would report on this story. Nah, just a few New York papers who aren't afraid of the Al Sharpton machine gun. 

Oh, did I mention that Sanford Rubenstein is a life long friend of Al Sharpton? 

You would think Jezebel would report on it. They are pro-woman after all. Nah...though they believe women who drink and party shouldn't be 'shamed' if they are taken advantage of...but Iasha Rives? Well, she's black. So I guess Jezebel doesn't think she is important.

All these protests for the rights of black criminals. Male. Black Criminals. But when the  Manhattan District Attorney’s Office said they didn't have enough evidence to charge white lawyer Rubenstein, there was no outrage. No charges of white/lawyerly bias. And Al Sharpton, who makes a living being outraged by white people mistreating black people...nothing. 

All the civil rights groups tweeting out support for Iasha Rivers...nothing.
The war on women? If there is a war, it's apparent it's the left shooting us down. Take liberal Linda Stasi, columnist at New York Daily News - who did bother to write about the accusation, and said Iasha was at fault for KNOWING Al Sharpton hangs around with slime balls and Iasha deserved it because she allowed herself to get drunk (what is she didn't get drunk? What if she was slipped a drug and the New York DA is covering up for his liberal buddy?). The hypocrisy of the left is amazing - I hope Iasha Rivers realizes the mistake she made wasn't in believing in civil rights, it was believing Democrats actually care. They don't. They will sell out in a second for the sake of power, money, street cred.  

Is it because she's not a man? Is it because she's a smart woman who works and doesn't make a living deal drugs or stealing? 

The bottom line is this - Al Sharpton is a dirty, filthy, man who exploits black people, black women, and makes his living inciting hate. 

He turned on his employee. He turned on a 'sister' in favor of an equally dirty, corrupt 'mister' - but I guess because Sanford Rubenstein is rich, white is right. 

The spiral downward of America and our character, our ability to trust those in charge, lands squarely in the lap of those who "lead" our country. 

And the person who 'leads' our country is best friends with Al Sharpton (gee - Obama has young daughters who could grow up to look like Iasha Rivers...)

Al Shartpon, who owes millions in back taxes (meanwhile small family businesses are being locked down and extorted). 

Al Sharpton has been accused by Eric Garner's family of exploiting them for his own purpose (money and power).

Corporations have accused Al Sharpton of extorting them for cash in exchange for not attacking them using his "grass roots" protesters to harass them with racism charges. 

Corruption clings to Al Sharpton like spider webs in dark corners of a tall ceiling. 

Anywhere you see Al Sharpton, someone is being paid off and someone is being bought someone is being bribed.  

The mayor of Baltimore welcomed Al Sharpton and praised him. After. of course, she made sure the police did not offend looters and rioters. After of course, she said criminals should be given space to destroy. 

We can never know what happened between Iasha Rivers and Sanford Rubenstein. But from the media silence, and more importantly, Al Sharpton and NAN silence's after Iasha River's sexual assault,  we can for sure say one thing; Al Sharpton doesn't care about justice for blacks - he only cares about the color green. 

The more division he creates between black vs white, everyone vs cops,  - the more his crony pal's at the White House will be called in to 'control' the chaos. 

I don't know Iasha Rivers - but I can only imagine how heart broken she is that a cause she once believed in totally turned against her when she did the right thing. 

Where's the justice and outrage for Iasha Rivers?

Well, I guess she'll have to have a sex change operation, sell drugs, steal, and then be killed by a white cop. Because, according to liberal media, the civil rights movement, Jezebel, NOW, NAN, and Al Sharpton, a black woman being raped by a rich white guy is justice.

Hands Up For Al Sharpton - so he can take your wallet. Legs up for creepy Sanford Rubenstein so he can assault you. Eyes down when you see truth - because apparently, it will blind you. 

"Hypocrite: the man who murdered both his parents... pleaded for mercy on the grounds that he was an orphan." ~Abraham Lincoln

  

  

  

  

Rolling Stones Pedophile Problem - Sabrina Erdely

From The Daily Mail:

"Sabrina Erdely - employed writer at Rolling Stone Magazine says she isn't going anywhere despite the news that the UVA Rape Story was completely fabricated.
Erdely states her job is secure  because she hasdirt on founder Jann Wenner and his son Gus Wenner.  She has threatened to spill Jann Wenner's secrets to exwife Jane, which will cost Jann Wenner even more money but more importantly, might cost his children to choose their mother over Jann, and Jann suffers from extreme self adulation; it would crush him.

Erdely also confided to several close friends that many employees of Rolling Stone have carte blanche to do what they want because they have evidence connecting  Jann Wenner to the movie/documentary "An Open Secret" about the pedophile problem in Hollywood (which is why wife Jane left Jann who then took a gay lover).  It's not only a problem (using clout to lure teenage boys to bed)  in Hollywood, it's a problem throughout the entertainment industry. Rolling Stone knew going in that UVA story was false but even if it came out, it would take focus off the story that has been brewing about Jann Wenner's association and participation in these parties.

Erdely approached Wenner about doing a story Iasha Rivers, former volunteer for Al Sharpton's  National Action Network and Macy executive . Ms. Rivers is an stunningly beautiful young African American woman who accused Civil Rights attorney Sanford Rubenstein (a white man in his 70's and attorney for Eric Garner's family at time of accusation) of raping her following Al Sharpton's 70th birthday party.

Wenner is said to have laughed (though it's not clear if it was Jann or his son Gus who is said to be running things (into the ground) and admonished Erdely, "You don't bite the hand that feeds you." And stated that if she continued to pursue the Rivers article, she'd be ostracized."

My observation: it's ironic that the Left still continue to rally around Sabrina Erdely, however, she was warned that if she defends a black female by going after a white civil liberties lawyer - she will be vilified by the left.

Here's another recent article in the New York Post about Sanford Rubenstein and his 21 year old black girlfriend who states he wanted to see her raped by a gang of men. Wow.

Unleaded Gas In The Diesel Ambulance

"Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way."-Les Brown

My first day on the job as an EMT in Quakertown (Medic 108) the Chief calls me in the office and says, “Why don’t you take the ambulance out and drive around the town and familiarize yourself with the streets.”

            

             “By myself?”

            “Is that a problem?”

            “Well. No.” I had really really wanted this job. I’d been working in an office, vomiting every morning before I drove to work because I hated it so much. When the call came to work for Medic 108 in Quakertown (three months after I’d put in my application), I felt I’d won the lottery.

            “Take 108-4. The keys are in the garage.”

            “Sure. Sure.” I start to turn around and he stops me.

            “You HAVE driven an ambulance before, right?”

            I’m facing the door. “Well, no." I confess. "But you never asked that when you interviewed me.”

He doesn’t respond so I turn around; his head is face down on a pile of papers on the desk, and he starts softly pounding his head on the desk. Finally,  he lifts his head just enough so he can speak to me, “Just take the rig and drive very carefully around town. Do you think you can handle that?”

            “Sure. Of course. Not a problem.”

            So off I go, driving around the small town, thinking how much better this is than sitting at a desk and watching the second hand tick away the most boring moments of my life. After awhile I feel very confident with the big rig, and pull into a super market parking lot to get a bottle of ice tea and a yogurt.

            As I try to squeeze between a van and a station wagon, I accidentally hit the station wagon.

            OHNOOHNOOHNO.

            My father’s voice calmly speaks to me, “Park somewhere else, wait for the driver to come back to the car, and explain what happened.”

            So, I glance around to see who was watching. No one.

            I back up, move a few rows above the car and park where there are no cars. I walk to the station wagon and am totally relieved that there isn't a dent or scratch. God Bless strong, sturdy, old cars.

           Now I'm torn. Should I wait for the driver? No dents, no marks, no harm, right? 

           But I was taught to be honest - and what if someone saw the bump...what if it's on a camera? I'm sweating. This is my first day on the job. I quit an office job that I hated so much I would pull over and vomit on the way to work. I hated being confined. I hated how boring it was. This was the job I never thought I'd want growing up - but now that I had it, I could think of no place else I'd rather be. 

            I don’t want to lose this job.

            I bargain with myself, “I’ll go in, buy my lunch, and if I come back out and the car is still here, I’ll wait for the driver.”

            I turn my father’s voice off and walk into the grocery store with a pounding heart, sweating hands, and every person I see I try to figure out if they belong to the station wagon.

I stand in front of the dairy section for about ten minutes. The radio I brought in with me squawks…it’s my Chief.

            “You making out okay? Are you lost?”

            “No, I’m fine. Just getting lunch.”

            “Okay, stop at the gas station and fuel up before you come back."  ”

            “Sure, not a problem.”

            “Don’t crash!”

            Now I’m thinking he knows. Could someone have called the station to report me? He’s testing me to see if I’ll tell him about the accident. Maybe he’s thinking, “If she’s just honest with me, we’ll give her another chance.” But the radio goes silent.

            I grab a yogurt, even though I know I won’t be able to bring myself to eat anything, and a diet ice tea and head to the check out. Even though I could easily have looked out the front windows of the store to see if the station wagon is still in the parking lot, I keep my head down, staring at my two little items as they move along the black belt.

            Outside the sun blinds me and I hold my breath as I scan the parking lot.

            The station wagon is gone. But there the knot in my stomach grows larger because I know it could be that someone saw me and will call the station.

             Of course, then I stop by the station to fill the ambulance up with gas. 

             I barely make it half a mile on the road before the engine starts to sputter, choke, and just as I pull it to the side of the road, the ambulance seizes, sighs, and dies. 

            The Chief and mechanic show up. 

            No one had told me that the ambulances take Diesel gas. 

            I had used unleaded gas. 

            Just as I thought destiny had opened the door to EMS, I wondered perhaps if these two stupid mistakes on my first day were signs I wasn't meant for EMS...but I refused to believe that.

           In my gut, I knew I was in the right place. 

           Sometimes were given signs to tell us we're on the wrong path...and sometimes were given obstacles to test our determination, our faith, our confidence. 

      In the next 4 years, I'd have many obstacles - my faith in myself, in my choices tested many times, but I after that first day, I never doubted I was where I belonged. I spent the next 4 years of loving a job so much I never once bitched about getting up at 4:30 in the morning to be to work by 6.  4 years of fighting over protocols and patient treatment and who's turn it was to clean the bathroom. 4 years of late calls and bullshit calls and doctors with attitudes and nurses who were bitches.  

I loved every minute. 

 Excerpt from Girl Medic: Confession of Chaos and Calamity Behind the Sirens.