Get the skinny on the “Fighting 7th” gents in the poster’s background photo, taken after a small dot-gov seminar for Native Americans, called, “Who’s the Boss?” (No relation to the 20th century TV show.)
This particular FREE! one-day event was held in late December 1890, somewhere in the upper midwest (aka, Wounded Knee) HERE. It was only one of many FREE! educational events provided to those whom Washington, D.C., Inc. felt could benefit from just such a strong guiding government-hand (holding a Gatling Gun or similar).
D.C., Inc. (or a State-proxy) is an old hand at teaching the folks Who’s the Boss. At a minimum check out how it all got started:
What did Jesus do when it came to Roman oppressors, Pharisaical oppressors, and Sword-Control? Do you think, in a forgotten unrecorded aside, He actually told those disciples to check with the local ruling bureaucrats on the Roman Sword Regulations for Non-Citizens before buying their swords? Surely He would have even advised them to, quick like dutifully meek sheep, register them after the sale and in the future to joyfully turn them in to those very same oppressors. Surely.
Or how ’bout even before telling them to arm themselves mightn’t He have surreptitiously asked around…just to make sure none of them had anything questionable – say, like red-flags – on their “permanent (government) records?”
But, but, but…wouldn’t He have done so if super-worser even more-deadly firearms had been the Personal-Protection weapon of choice back then?
Um-m-m…I’m still believing that’d be a big fat, “No.”
You’ll waste your money for sure, but even now it’s a waste of your “dreams.”
You worked hard for four years in high-school only to get to senior year and have your dream of becoming Valedictorian snuffed out ‘cuz your (lazier, less talented, just-plain-stupider) classmates’ “feeWings” will be hurt.
You crushed it – you think – on the SAT, even that #%*! essay, but…your school is in a relatively safe part of town (perhaps at home!) and while only one of your parents “works” you’re not considered oppressed nor are you on any Dot-gov assistance, so you won’t “qualify” to get FREE POINTS! for simply showing-up at the test center that day.
Okay. So your SAT score was super without the patronizing point-pat on the head from the guilty administrators at The Monopoly-on-College Board, Inc, (wanna bet they are huWhite? Umm, maybe not.) but…now you find out certain sorts of students are more equal than others in the United States of ‘Murica. If you want to go to a fancy-shmancy school like those Monopoly folks certainly did, it’s going to be as much about the “optics” as it is about the brains.
How do you fit into the cast-of-characters those image-conscious schools want to put on display? If they don’t need any more of your “type,” sorry; Buh-Bye; oh, and Harvard thanks you for the $75 Application Fee!
Tell me again why Fed-gov calls September 11th “Patriot Day?”
The 19th of April (1775) should rightfully carry that badge of courage, but Fed-gov despises individuals standing up to Tyrants like those New England colonists did way back then. That date in April has a much more important Propaganda Mission now. It’s much more useful as a red-hot illustration of the might and mayhem that the FBI/ATF/etc. can rain down on little ol’ Joe-Sixpack or David-Koresh.
“Pearl Harbor Day” (the 7th of December) should be “Patriot Day,” too
I’m betting “World Trade Center Day” was scrapped to take the attention off the (civilian) object of actual attack and the countless (civilian) victims. Have you considered the weirdness of so many things that day? Let merely the demolition-precise “collapse” of so-called Building 7 (untouched by planes or much debris) swirl in your head.
The powers-that-be can’t have Joe’s surviving sister, Suzy-Sixpack, give even a passing thought on that matter, or, or…well, she might look further.
Don’t lose your Faith
Too much thinking might cause Suzy to doubt. After doubt could come loss of Faith…and faith in her supreme leaders and their big budget Military Industrial Complex, is crucial. In a nation this large and mobile and, dare I say it, diverse, Faith in them and what they say is the most important cog in their Control-machine. They must protect her and her kind from too much Thinking.
So don’t ever wonder
What ever you do on the 11th of September, or on the 10th, 9th, or on any of the preceding or following 364 days of the year…
don’t wonder, don’t ponder, don’t ruminate on how the mighty U.S. Military Industrial Complex was completely impotent and unable to stop or at lease divert sub-sonic commercial aircraft, yet can keep you safe from any pesky “incoming!” supersonic boom-booms from the NORKS, CHICOMMS, RUSSKIES, IRAN-iacs (or other MUSLOIDS).
UPDATED 26 april 2018: Get your Team-Foosa shirts in down-to-earthy browns HERE and faded-foliage-greyish-greens HERE.
I have placed even more of my favorite and most loyal designs up on the T-Shirts page. Notice also a brand new preparation-plus-productivity-inspiring, “Tempus Fugit,” in honor of valient blogger brother.
When you order shirts from me, good citizen, remember the procedure I, your hard working fellow comred, must follow. I’ll first order the base “plain” shirt from one of my online good-thinking loyal-working t-shirt sources, so although I haven’t noted it anywhere previously, you are now hearing it first here:
Shirts will take a minimum of 2 weeks from order to finish/shipping. But…have no fear my friends, it is not anything to do with evil boss-owners. I always always always insist on proper coffee-, lunch-, and smoke- breaks. (I have a grand Workers’ Paradise of a Dream, though, of that great and glorious day when I can keep blank shirts on a sturdy work-shelf, close by the place of my artisan laboring…)
So keep saving thoserubles. (Sh-h-h. Between you and me, an easy-to-reach savings goal is $25.00 shirt, which = only only only 1453 RUB + shipping.) (U.S.Amerika only, sorry).
If you have a better explanation, I’m all ears, but as far as I can tell, there is no other explanation as to why a company would oppose, over and over, a simple little t-shirt design, from a shop who’s monthly profit averages, oh, maybe $30.00. A design that’s literally an homage to actual heroic NAZI fighters.