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Dinesh D’Souza - Stealing America: What My Experience with Criminal Gangs Taught Me about Obama, Hillary, and the Democratic Party

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WHY HILLARY, OBAMA, AND THE ENTIRE DEMOCRATIC PARTY ARE NO BETTER THAN A GANG OF THIEVES

In the fall of 2014, outspoken author and filmmaker Dinesh DSouza found himself hauled into federal court for improperly donating money to an old friends Senate campaign. DSouza pleaded guilty and was sentenced to eight months in a state-run confinement center. There he lived among hardened criminalsdrug dealers, thieves, gangbangers, rapists, and murderers. Now the bestselling author explains how this experience not only changed his life, but fundamentally transformed his view of his adopted country.

Previously, DSouza had seen America through the eyes of a grateful immigrant who became successful by applying and defending conservative principles. Again and again, DSouza made the case that America is an exceptional nation, fundamentally fair and just. In book after book, he argued against liberalism as though it were a genuine movement of ideas capable of being engaged and refuted.

But his prolonged exposure to the criminal underclass provided an eye-opening education in American realities. In the view of hardened criminals, DSouza learned, America is anything but fair and just. Instead, it is a jungle in which various armed gangs face off against one another, with the biggest and most powerful gangs inhabiting the federal government. As for American liberalism, it is not a movement of ideas at all but a series of scams and cons aimed at nothing less than stealing the entire wealth of the nation, built up over more than two centuries: the total value of the homes, the lifelong savings of the people, the assets of every industry, and all the funds allocated to health and education and every other service, both public and private. The thieves I am speaking about want all of it.

And who are the leading figures in this historically ambitious scam that has turned the federal government into a vast and unprecedented shakedown scheme? Why, none other than Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton the current leaders of the Democratic Party. This pair of smooth-talking con artists, trained in the methods of radical activist Saul Alinsky, have taken his crude but effective political shakedown techniques to a level even he never dreamed of.

As the nation approaches a crucial election in 2016, Stealing America is an urgent wakeup call for all Americans who want to prevent this theft from being completed by eight more years of Democratic rule.

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FOR DEBBIE FANCHER Immigrant patriot and the woman I love - photo 1
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FOR DEBBIE FANCHER,

Immigrant, patriot, and the woman I love

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The language spoken in a confinement center is extremely coarse Hardly a - photo 5
The language spoken in a confinement center is extremely coarse Hardly a - photo 6
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The language spoken in a confinement center is extremely coarse. Hardly a sentence is uttered that does not contain obscenities. There is no way to convey the sense of place and even the meaning of what convicts are saying without using some of this language. Out of respect for the reader, Ive scaled it way back and used asterisks to bowdlerize the most offensive words.

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If a man wishes to be sure of the road hes traveling on, then he must close his eyes and travel in the dark.

John of the Cross, Dark Night of the Soul

T he mood in the courtroom was tense and electric as I entered, accompanied by my superstar lawyer Benjamin Brafman and another attorney, Alex Spiro. We were in the Daniel Patrick Moynihan United States Courthouse in lower Manhattan, the offices of Judge Richard Berman. Brafman, with his elegant locks of hair brushed back, looked completely at home in this environment. I, on the other hand, was not.

I tried to look nonchalant, or at least expressionless. Inside, however, my heart was pounding with terror. In a very short time Id know if I was headed to federal prison. My crime? I had exceeded the campaign finance laws by convincing two of my friends to contribute $10,000 apiece to a candidate for the U.S. Senate from New York; then I reimbursed them for their contribution. For thisI subsequently discoveredI could be prosecuted as a felon and sent away for up to two years. I had already pleaded guilty to the charge. Now I was going to find out whether the judge would give me a prison sentence.

My greatest fear was not prison itself. At Brafmans suggestion, I had hired a criminologist with extensive experience in the various federal prison camps. If you get prison, this fellow told me, its going to be a white-collar camp, most likely Taft or Lompoc in California. Youre going to be surrounded by accountants, lawyers, dentists, bureaucrats. All the others in there have proven themselves through good behavior. These are nonviolent criminals, just like you.

That partthe just like youjolted me. I almost didnt hear the rest. Youll have to work part-time, but youll have lots of free time. There is little contact with the outside world. No cell phones and no laptops. But you can send emails from a general computer that is monitored, and you can make three hundred minutes of phone calls per month, also monitored. Thats not much, but youll get used to it. Taft, the camp Id recommend for you, has pretty good facilities, a gym, a running track, a tennis court. Youre a writer, so do a lot of reading and writing. Ill help to prepare you for what to expect. If you stay busy, and use common sense, youll be fine.

Fine? I took that as an exaggeration. Even if there was little danger of being stabbed or raped, how can someone who is locked up for two years, without a phone and a laptop, and such limited contact with the outside world, be fine? My deepest fears were over my nineteen-year-old daughter. She, I knew, would be devastated. I had recently gone through a difficult divorce and unfortunately my daughters relationship with her mother had been, at least temporarily, severed. Even though my daughter was now in college, in terms of immediate family, I was all she had.

I was accompanied by a few close friends, and two sympathetic journalists, the seasoned veteran Jerome Corsi from WorldNetDaily, and a young reporter for Breitbart News, Adelle Nazarian. Nazarian said she was an immigrant from Iran and understood where I was coming from politically. Most of the crowd was hostile. The liberal press was there in force, from the staid New York Times to the rabid Daily News . The reporters are so young, I thought to myself, and how delighted they look at the prospect of me being sent away. These people hated me because I was a person of color who was also a conservative. They had regarded me as a race-traitor, an enemy of the people. Jonathan Capehart, a blogger for the Washington Post , opined that Dinesh DSouza is a disgusting man.... DSouza should be in jail where he would no longer be able to assault the rest of us with his special brand of racist bile. For guys like Capehart, I was about to get my comeuppance and they were about to get their schadenfreude.

In the back of the room, I even had a critic from the evangelical right: I noticed the sly reporter from World magazine there to continue that publications long-standing vendetta against me. She avoided my gaze. Brafman told me the men walking around with badges were from the governments prosecution unit. I noticed their smug expressions, anticipating victory, as if my incarceration were a foregone conclusion. There were also a few ordinary folk who had read about my case and came out of curiosity.

My attention focused on the prosecutor, Carrie H. Cohen, a woman with an enduringly haggard and harassed expression, as if life has done her wrong. From two previous court hearings, I knew she was brash and abrasive. Carrie never shook my hand and she avoided eye contact with me; I got the impression she considered me, like all defendants, to be vermin. She also had an irritating habit of referring to herself as the Government. The Government does not agree. Your honor, the Government will prove... The Government takes objection. Meanwhile, Im thinking, Who elected this woman? She reminded me of Inspector Javert from Les Misrables . Of course I kept these thoughts to myself. I asked Brafmans associate Alex Spiro, How important a case is this for her? He said, For Carrie? Oh, this is a career case. This could make or break her career. Carrie, I realized, badly wanted me in prison so that her career could advance.

I knew that Carrie was a stooge, an enforcer for people higher up than her. The most important peopleher boss, an Asian-Indian federal prosecutor named Preet Bharara, and his boss, the attorney general Eric Holderwere not in the courtroom. Also absent was the biggest boss of them all, the president of the United States, Barack Obama. That trio, I knew, would all take a considerable interest in the outcome of my sentencing.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice in the courtroom. United States versus Dinesh DSouza. What a phrase! I winced. Please stand for Judge Berman. The buzz quickly subsided. In sauntered Judge Berman, fully robed and looking solemn as usual, his head bobbing from side to side like an old family horse. Behind the judge came three of his clerks. Slowly, ceremoniously, the judge took his seat. The clerks planted themselves in chairs against the wall.

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