Isn’t it about the only taboo the Dems have left to break?
Isn’t it about the only taboo the Dems have left to break?
…there was another King (George) who had a very similar belief about unsophisticated country bumpkins. Those rabble-rousers (in Sail-By country?) ultimately “evolved” from subject-colonists to independent “Americans” (by means of a bloody conflict with that king’s Special Boys).
It was called The (First?) Revolutionary War for one simple reason: some things are worth fighting to the death for.
Wannabe King Beto-Bob-Francis-O and his friends in powdered wigs apparently need to brush up on American History.
Seeing the response to the charitable Baltimore clean-up effort spearheaded and accomplished by a Scott Presler, a young (White-) man and those he “drafted” a few days ago got me to thinking about the inevitable Watershed Moment that is barreling it way towards the majority of White normies still out in America.
It will be more than a mere watershed moment. It will be a tsunami when the remaining mass of once oblivious Palefaces finally understands the visceral, incurable Hatred-for-Whiteness and its imagined “privilege” now running deep in the hearts/minds/souls of not-Whites (and which has been manifest relentlessly in mainstream media, at least since mid-2015 and the candidacy of Trump).
I got to wondering how much outcry there could be Post Awakening, shall we say, when not if another “Katrina” or “Harvey” strikes the Gulf Coast. After all, it is primarily Privileged Palefaces, Inc. who charitably load up 18-wheeled wagons with bottled water, baby diapers and formula, clothing, bedding, etc. etc. and head ‘em on out – often cross-country! – bringing aid and comfort to such stricken areas.
Will those future devastated peoples-of-color-other-than-white (and their white neighbors) be heartbroken as they await the wagons of (primarily Christian-) Compassion that never come? How many more in the storm’s path will die when it is Uncle Sam and Uncle Sam, alone, riding/motor-boating to their rescue?
There is a limit to the charity folks have to give. The haters can stop their unfounded resentments, hatred, and outright attacks here and now, or continue to bring deserved and well-founded Indifference upon themselves.
“Woe unto them…” Isaiah 5:20
Never liked studying it? Well, now’s the time to give it another try. Here’s a place to start: search for “Native American slaughters by U.S. Government.” That’ll give you some grist for your mill.
Next, search the term “democide,” where you’ll find THIS most important LINK to R.J. Rummel’s sobering work.
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.”
In an effort to become more social, I visited an open painting group at the Senior Center in my home town today. My nervousness was 100% unwarranted! The ladies in the group were immensely welcoming (and hilarious to boot).
They warned me the staff often comes down the hall and shuts the door to the small room “with a flourish,” because of all the laughter. I guess, as my throat was feeling a bit rough from my contribution to the noise level, I’d have taken pride at contributing to such a door-shutting today.
It never happened. There’s always next Wednesday…Lord willing.
And God said, Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb yielding seed, and the fruit tree yielding fruit after his kind, whose seed is in itself, upon the earth: and it was so. (Genesis 1:11)
When is the buy-back program for politicians? (Holding my breath)
My latest bread machine started giving me problems in early March of this year. This lead to pulling an old, hardly used cookbook off the shelf.
For the pictured loaf, I cut the “Basic Yeasted Bread” down to a 1/4-recipe. This yields a single 1-pound loaf which can be devoured easily by two adults before going stale.
Now, in warm summer months, it rises super efficiently, whereas at the start of my old-school bread making adventure I actually set it on a heating pad!
Wish you could smell it!
Here’s a second hippie cookbook I’ve just started using again:
Found I had a 5-pound vacumbag of whole wheat, so wanted to try some bread made with sprouts.
In the past I haven’t had good luck with sprouts, other than lentils. (I think because once they sprout they are basically ready-to-eat.)
“We shall see.”
Imagine these overlord-lites stomping on your remaining Liberties for the rest of their lives, because…