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Earlier this week, President Donald Trump halted federal taxpayer funding for the WHO, the international agency that has botched its response to the coronavirus.
WHO has been accused of lying to the world about the coronavirus, defending Chinese propaganda about its origins, and it has come under fire for saying killing babies in abortions is somehow an essential procedure as the world deals with the coronavirus pandemic.
Trump announced Tuesday that the U.S. will halt monetary contributions to the World Health Organization while the administration reviews the mistakes it made managing the pandemic.
Now, president Trump has announced where the funds will be going instead — to two organizations fighting the coronavirus: Samaritan’s Purse and the Red Cross. More
Now stop finding the UN and bulldoze the entire complex into the East River. And Pelosi can die already.
Samaritan’s Purse instead of WHO???
That’ll make their inflated, pompous heads explode.
POTUS juts KNOWS how to troll them, LOLOL.
The Samaritans Purse, I don’t know much about them. The Red Cross? Their administrative costs are greater than the funds distributed to the causes for which they are intended. How about the Salvation Army? They watch their expenses pretty closely.
JOE6,
I am sure you are right but I would
rather see the $$$ go to Antifa than WHO or
any dam thing the UN is involved in.
John Birch was frickin’ right!
joe6, SP was founded by Billy Graham. Great group of Christians.
Radioationman, you’re right. Anyone other than the WHO or the UN. However, I might draw a line at antifa.
I recall bagging sand in Texas when the Red river flooded, the Red Cross was selling coffee, the Salvation Army was giving it away to those of us who were helping. Still better than giving money to WHO the hell knows.
Good Move. Check.
Let the lawsuits begin! Funding a Christian org and not a muslim or hindu org!?
I’d rather see the $$ given back to its rightful owners, the federal taxpayers. Our government is entirely too generous with our labor. Not once have I looked at my bank balance and said, “Well now, I have just enough left over to help fund a globalist organization with a $4,800,000,000.00 annual budget, whose employees make fifty times more per annum than their civilian counterparts, and who enjoy a perk package that would rival any Fortune 100 CEO. Nor do I have the authority to transfer funds from my employer’s receivables into my cousins’ bank accounts.”
I’ve sort of thought the real purpose of the UN was to spread death and destruction everywhere it goes while pretending to do the opposite.
At least that’s how it has seemed to me throughout my rather long lifetime.
Yes Samaritan’s Purse.
No to Red Cross. Not only are their “admin costs” comparable to The Clinton Foundation, but they have a history of insider fraud….just like TCF.
Why the Red Cross? They are scumbags. Better to give it to the Salvation Army. LOVE Samaritan’s Purse. They actually are on the ground working to help people. Clean up at their homes or putting up drywal after disasters hit. Great charity.
What other Republican would do something like this? McCain? Bush? JEB!
No way.
…not a Red Cross fan, but I think it’s GREAT he took the money from a Muzzie led organization and gave it to TWO organizations represented by the Cross…
https://spselca.org/assts/uploads/2018/03/beyond.jpg
…what was meant to be a symbol of oppression, of terror, of torture and murder, turned by our Lord into a symbol of ultimate love, sacrifice, and hope for ALL mankind.
…who can doubt His miracles, with THAT miracle for all to see? What other MAN could do THAT?
God Bless and protect our President Trump, the ONLY recent President to give Him the glory.
May God use him to heal this land.
“If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.”
2 Chronicles 7:14
…the President seems to know this and celebrate this.
Perhaps we ALL should…
Samaritan’s Purse — YES!
Red Cross — NO!
Count me among the many here who are not fans of the Red Cross.
TL/DR
I’ll try to keep this short but there are multiple pieces that fit together. I was in the Army stationed in Korea in 1969-70. One of my crew got the terrible news that his mother had passed away. The Army has a program of compassionate leave for exactly this kind of tragedy. He applied for such leave.
Here’s where the RC came into play. In order for the leave to be approved, my guy had to let the RC handle all of the details. This includes air travel. Now, the RC gets donated blocks of tickets from airlines looking for a charitable tax break; note that this means the RC gets them for zero dollars. But the RC, at least at that time, charged GIs going on compassionate leave trips FULL LAST-MINUTE COMMERCIAL AIRFARE for the trip. This was fifty years ago, remember, so the $1,000 fare was simply not doable on an E4’s pay. He couldn’t afford the ticket, the RC would not budge, and he didn’t get to attend his mother’s funeral.
And THAT’S why I despise the Red Cross. Over time, I’ve acquired other reasons such as those already mentioned.
The Red Cross are f****g crooks.
I now this first hand from a lady i have known since i was sixteen. i am now 65.
She no longer works for them,bout of remorse.
You are lucky if a nickle for every dollar you donate goes to the actual cause.
Oh, i forgot.
Redcross is ASSHOE!
Red Cross? Heavens no.
Salvation Army.
Sounds like the UN!
I thought the International Red Cross was bad while the American Red Cross was fine. The article was unclear which was to receive the funding.
I like how the left is going to have to decide if they are going to side with WHO or just call orang man bad and move on to the next made up accusation to toss at the president.
I would have publicly declared that Americans would get a cut of the Red Cross portion. Even if its only fifty bucks each.
…you know, sad thing about the Red Cross is that I remember when they were more of a service organization and actually did some helpful things, small charites that they didn’t even really publicize, but made a difference in small things like morale and large things like emergency housing for people in need.
Back a lot of years ago when I wore the Red Maltese Cross, we’d sometimes have severe incidents where we would have to deal with a fire for hours with little opportunity for respite, things that came up without warning so we may have missed a meal or several at this point, or be tired going in because most disasters seemed to happen at o’dark early for some reason, or be frozen into our turnouts from firefighting in a blizzard, and not even be able to disconnect for a new air bottle without first chipping the ice from the connection.
At times like these, we would often see the welcoming sight of a Red Cross portable cantina, there to serve coffee, hot chocolate, and a warm smile to us once the fire was quelled and the long process of stamping out the hot spots, securing the scene, and investigating the incident begun. It wasn’t anything that was going to change the world, but when you’re so chilled you lose skin when you peel your face mask off, been hauling full hoses and swinging axes and chainsaws for a few hours without respite, and maybe had to remove someeone’s father’s seared corpse from the bathtub he had partially filled in a last-ditch failed effort to escape the flames, it was a small mercy that you could really appreicate, that there were people in the world that were just there to provide what comfort they could in a stressful situation. Whatever the Red Cross as an organiztion was, I hope God blessed those people that served there richly.
Another way we saw them on a fireground was when, sometimes just a family, sometimes an entire apartment building’s worth, had been suddenly deprived of hearth and home by an unexpected fire that took everything but their lives and the clothes on their backs. It’s easy to see how overwhelmed people can be in such straights, a grevious sight to see children turning to their parents expectantly for succor when they realize they have no room to go to, and to see those parents in glazed shock and unable to process everything that’s happened to them in a very short time, and the children get even more upset when they see their parents are just as helpless as they are. It’s a terrible thing to realize your parents are mortal, and this really brought it home to some parents and kids alike, who may also not know the current whereabouts of everything from Fluffy to Uncle Fred as a result of the catastrophe that just engulfed their life. Especially in the case of multi-unit dwellings, not everyone always knew where everyone was, and sometimes assumed the worst.
In those cases, I saw the Red Cross step up, too.
They would usually give the kids some token toy and take the family inside to discuss their loss and steps forward with them, arrange for emergency short-term housing in local hotels as well as transportation, and make plans for longer-term housing including making appointments with everyone from insurance agents to apartment managers, and get the names of anyone who may be missing to put out the word to try to locate them, once they’d established with us they were not among the dead. Our responsabiliity at such times usually ended with bringing in a coomandeered City bus to put the people in while we sorted things out, but the Red Cross would sometimes take it from there. I am less familiar with what they did to accomplish this simply because, by the grace of God, I never needed those services, but I’m told they were quite helpful and good at what they did.
They’d turn up at mass incidents like tornados too, but I can’t tell you what they did specifically because they were never where I was during a tornado (which was GOOD, I was never in the safest of places), but were in some central location and we’d have people go there.
But it seemed to have changed when Elzabeth Dole took over. Not sure if it was her doing or not, she seemed like a nice lady, but that’s pretty much when they seemed to change to a line grunt like me, right around 1991.
First, they stopped sending the coffee truck. Not really consequential, we were big boys, we appreicated the glad hand, but could live wihtout it.
Then, we stopped seeing them show up to help families. Sometimes, they said familes could come see them at the office, but gave no clue how that was to happen. And THAT was a tragedy. There wasn’t really a cool replacement for that, so it just kind of fell to a patchwork of social service agencies that weren’t really suited to it to fill the need. Familes were pretty much given a telephone and told to call a relative to come get them, from what I understood.
I was only around a few more years after that, but I never saw it change back.
Although I heard the Red Cross hired its first Chief Diversity Officer in 1998, so there’s that.
Yay?
They did continue to show up for tornados, but that got them some good camera time, so I may be a little cynical about their motives.
Everything I’ve learned about them since then has been a story of administrative overhead and uncaring staff, and outward signs of poor fund stewardship like the HUGE office building they had build JUST FOR THEM in a prime highway location. It’s super pretty, you can see the expenive deails in the very large windows even from the highway, but I can’t tell you what they DO in there all day.
…but don’t go by ME, my information is dated, perhaps I just saw a rough patch, they may all be saints now, dispensing everything good and kind and noble with a lavish hand and an open heart…
But somehow, from what I’ve heard here and elsewhere, I’m inclined to doubt it…
…but let me tell you a brief (for ME) story about one of the times we didn’t know where someone was, and the Red Cross turned them up. Setting the scene, it was the barbaric, pre-sailphone days and people still had to *find* a phone to use one.
…we were called to a four family MUD with active fire in the right lower apartment. I was still wearing my green stripes on my helmet, so I was pretty jacked about getting to go into a real live fire. I rolled in from my job so I was late to the firehouse (Voulenteer, doncha’ know), but I went into the vacant house anyway, changed into my turnouts, and went to charge into the wide, wild night with the flames visible in the not-too-far distance. Since the REAL firefighters had already left with all the official vehicles, I planned to go to the scene in my POV (Privately Owned Vehicle), and wouldn’t THAT be cool!
…and, as the firehouse door closed behind me, I turned to my chariot, and relized that my keys to my car as well as to the firehouse, were in my civilian coat pocket.
On the floor.
Inside the firehouse.
…well, I was a bit non-plussed, the MORE so becasue I had no way to communicate to my unit that was JUST over the horizon, but I was young, skinny, relatively healthy, and full of piss and Mountain Dew, and wasn’t ABOUT to be denied my first REAL fire.
So I went by foot.
Walking briskly down the shoulder of a 4 lane highway in heavy turnout gear, helmet, fire boots, and brilliant striping proclaiming my name and that of my agency for all the passing motorist to behold must have been quite a sight, but none of the citizens I was recently sworn to protect would, you know, STOP for me or anything.
Bastards.
…just kidding…
…anyway, I showed up drenched in sweats that alternated between that of exertion (TOGs are QUITE warm inside, the better to keep the SUPER warm outside), and the sweat of fear of my first fire and how I’d do at it, yes, but ALSO from the REALLY rapid lightning bolts that were seemingly striking eveywhere at once, despite the oddly rainless environment (found out later there was a tornado somewhere not far away, but not anywhere WE cared about, although the tornado siren ALWAYS lends a nice, end-of-days cadence to any scene).
Anyway, much to the suprise of my lieuenant, I hoofed into the median on the firegorund after the puzzled City cop let me through, and announced I was availabe for duty, just point me at the fire and I’d doss it myself. My looie wasn’t an idiot, so he put me with someone who actually knew what they were doing, and I did get to put a little bit of wet on red that night, but that wasn’t what made it remarkable, as it wasn’t about me anyway.
It was this.
…The fire started in a bathroom. There was a young mother who had apparently had some less-than-maternal urges, and so had arranged for some local swain to subdue them. Not sure if they were married or not, not my monkey and not my circus, and doens’t matter anyway.
So there was this gal who wanted the mood to be right for her man. To that end, she hit upon the romantic glow of candles.
Lots and lots of candles.
Almost too many candles.
Not sure how she kept her horny up during all the candle lighting, but it must have worked becuase they had reportedly retired to the bathroom to get wet, but not particuarly clean. At some point during the festivities, someone had knocked a candle or a dozen over and didn’t notice it, and it wasn’t in range of the steamy sexploits, so it was allowed to grow and expand until the lovers apparently noticed the soft glow had become a hard conflaguration.
At this point both decamped from the structure, with her inamorta deciding the BEST way to end this was with a garden hose.
And no, that’s NOT a good idea. That’s almost NEVER a good idea. And it wasn’t this night, either.
…to somewhat shorten a really long story, it didn’t work, he disappeared, and Momma with nothing but an FD blanket and some panties (I didn’t know about the latter at this point, but was soon to find out) was standing in the verge near me and my senior, when she suddenly seemed to have a revelation.
Remember I said, “Young Mother”? Well, she suddenly remembered that SHE had CHILDREN. Which she had never mentioned to US.
…She abruptly sprang up, threw off her cloak of modesty, screamed VERY loud, “MY BABIES! MY BABIES!”, and bolted like FloJo for the still-flaming enterance to her erstwhile domicile, with her – considerable – endowments swinging in the breeze. Happily or unhappily, her route of travel went past where I was standing, and the unfortunate worthy I was teamed with sought to stop her from killing herself by grabbing her as he could while she went by, which proved to be from behind.
So you can see where his hands ended up in front.
He took her down like a football tackle and released her as soon as she was (quickly) surrounded by everyone ELSE in the verge, to both dissuade her from further attempts to immolate herself and find out what “MY BABIES!” meant. Having established that there WERE supposedly children, which the now absent fellow had said there were NOT when previously asked, the first-in team reported they had found no one as did the more thorough secondry team, but another search was quickly organized and similarly came up dry.
Meanwhile, while this was going on, the Red Cross had arrived and caught wind of this, and started interviewing neighbors and getting names and phone numbers from those who knew the family. I can’t tell you HOW they did it exactly, but they DID establish that they had been previously dispatched to a friend’s house so Mom and man could be more-freely, and so were not only present, but unaware that their lives as they knew it were drastically changed, and their half-naked and hasitly re-covered mother was in no shape to explain it to them.
…anyway, the Red Cross did help all four families that night, my agency (with little useful input from me) made a good stop on the fire so the structure could be rebuilt instead of torn down, the children were reunited with their mother, and the tornado went off to play somewhere else.
And I got a ride back to the station, but they did list me in the OFIRs report as “Manpower, Walked to Scene”.
So the Red Cross wasn’t completely useless then,
And I sincerely hope they are at LEAST as useful NOW…
I wouldn’t give the Red Cross a wooden nickel. They ARE part of the swamp. Absolutely full of friends and family of politicians and everything that brings with it.