Does the fighting-spirit always resurface when conditions require it? It appears so.
When I watched THIS #120db (120 decibels) video, I realized they were speaking to me as well as to their sisters in Europe at the proclamation, “We are the daughters of Europa!” My foremothers (and forefathers) came from England, France, and the Netherlands. To be honest, probably a couple of other locales fed my family tree, as well. What a betrayal if I turn my back on my roots, my people.
My design had to be aggressive, so I looked at Europe’s great national crests and in the end was most inspired by Poland’s. It just so happens they are one of the few countries fighting to preserve themselves against the tsunami of smartphone wielding “refugees” overwhelming Europe. I took many liberties with it, especially modifying it to reflect a desire for Peace, symbolized by the pen-point feathers, combined with the willingness for War if the attempt at peace should fail (swords visible over both shoulders).
America may have split from Britain nearly 250 years ago, but many of us descended from those British upstarts will always have more in common with the “spirit” of Europe than with cultures to the south of America.
I cannot think of a better illustration of the pathology of the progressive-mindset than the array of expressions on the faces of the Dems at Trump’s State of the Union address last night. I can understand harboring a certain degree of “party-line” animosity here and there throughout such an event, but there is no excuse – merely an explanation – for the Zombie like pack behavior on display.
Oh, and was it was most instructive for those who had eyes to see: as the President of the United States assembled a picture of increasing economic opportunity, piece by piece like a living puzzle finally being worked on, logically – from tax-savings for all (i.e. getting to keep more of your own money!), to job bonuses and small business expansions, to brand new manufacturing plants, and more – the Dems sat unwaveringly immobile, faces either zombie-blank or reflecting the perpetual vitriol and disgust they feel toward anyone proudly doing the right thing.
Boy oh boy, is there anything Progressive-Dems believe less in than the quote-unquote American Way? Lordy, Lordy, how their timbers must have shivered as Trump audaciously used that very phrase in his speech! They seem to revel almost in a race to the bottom…not for themselves, of course, They-of-the-Golden-Retirement-Parachute-plus-Platinum-actually-Free-Healthcare. They just need the rest of us down there, especially their “base,” as far as possible from Hopeful. If Americans should actually listen to Trump, actually see a light at the end of the tunnel, then we would also see a time where we wouldn’t look to either Dems or GOPs, not to mention the rest of the behemoth Dot-Gov, to “save” us from the vagaries of Life.
So the Dems, with face muscles frozen with Trump-hate and all that Men such as he stand for, were immediately left with only their bloodstreams to turn colder degree by degree as a President they refuse to accept as President introduced non-victim after non-victim. Hard to say which guest disgusted the Progs most. Likely it was a tossup between, 1) the North Korean escapee victorious over tyranny-plus-torture and helping others to do the same or, 2) the black man who succeeded in acquiring a practical-plus-lucrative skill allowing him to not only buy his own home, but to help expand the small white-owned manufacturing company he works for.
At the speech’s end the after-party handshaking by Trump signaled to the good little Progressive Pavlovian pound-puppies it was time to get any remaining lukewarm blood circulating so as to shamble quickly up the aisles and out of the House chamber.
Whew, Dems…you missed being forced to smile-for-the-camera-at-all-that-good-economic-news by that much!
Saw this article on DRUDGE(R) today (it is also included in the Live-linked PDF, following) and I’m pretty confident it’s a clever stunt by teacher, Gene Ponder. I mean, what high-school kid can resist tracking down what now is essentially a…
Four generations and another four generations ago (for #BLM dummies: that’s eight generations in all)…
If, perchance, your Great-great-great-great-great-great-great-Grandpappies (and similarly-Great-Grand-mammies) were slaves in America, then hear this: I know for a fact, my 7-times-Great-Grandpappies went off to fight and die in that bloody so-called “civil” war to free those perchance-slave-relations that might have been yours. (My similarly-Great-Grand-mammies waited at home, with the wee ones, praying for their menfolk’s hale and hearty return.)
So, nothing – I repeat, NOTHING – gives you, you:
…the right to demand, much less steal, anything from me for “perchance” misdeeds done long, long ago and by persons unknown to either you or I.
But I do have a suggestion for you, although I know you won’t take it, as it is not in your Moocher-plus-Moron DNA):
Go ahead and ask – nay, demand – your current behind the scenes “benefactors” give you (and some Mooching+Moronic friends of yours) tickets. To where, you ask? Why to, oh, say, Mauritania (it’s in Africa, you moron; you know, that Dark Continent you so love, miss, and long for the joys of?). Once you get there you can explain to the many many black-African slaves (kept by the politically-dominant minority of Muslims) that they, like your distant 7-Grand+++ Grandpappies, shoulda put up a better fight against their enslavers, but not-to-worry because now you are there to fight and even die in a bloody war to Free them from their bonds of slavery. (This is opposed to the impotent (useless) laws “outlawing” slavery in 1905, 1981, 2007…)
p.s. If you need help writing a 21st century Emancipation Proclamation and if you still have connections after the war and your head and at least one good hand are intact…you can look up my America’s old one on the internet. (Don’t forget to volunteer to stay there a while to actually enforce such a declaration-of-freedom. The slave-owners will likely be a teensy bit unwilling.)
p.p.s. If you make it back to the good ol’ U.S.A. (other than in a body bag), try and have a more humble attitude because I’m confident once you’ve seen how your African brothers and sisters (you know, actual slaves) have it today, you’ll recognize your earlier folly (stupidity).
[Term “appropriated from” the sci-fi short story, “The Marching Morons.” OMG! Here’s a PDF of it. I first read it a few years ago in a beat-up sci-fi anthology I got especially for it, from A-zon. Enjoy. And see how prescient it is.]