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:
It all started innocently enough, with a request to my husband for a birthday-dinner lobster. It turned ugly when the fine lobster folks I’d asked an innocent question of discovered a lobster had been…dun, dun, DUN-N-N…microwaved.
I call this “debunking” of Robinson a passionate defense and hope it won’t be taken as armchair quarterbacking Lauren Southern. Watching the man lie with impunity and bombast over her, I could fight the urge to respond no more than a shark could ignore chum in the water (especially when I noticed more than once online, this interview had been titled, “Lauren Southern Owns Jeffrey Robinson in gun control debate,” or “Destruction of a Gun-control advocate,” or similar). But what Lauren DID succeed in doing? Well, that went way beyond my very short-fused pay-grade! By virtue of her calm cool refusal to sling back mud even as her attacker pelted her, she revealed over and over, in living HD color, Robinson the “intellectual” as just one more angry, bug-eyed, virulent yet vacuous, and, what will prove in the end to be a magnificently impotent voice for Gun-Control.
It’s taken three weeks to finish this thing. I’d hoped it’d run under 1500 words so I could submit it a new website I’d found, but somehow it got away from me, growing to just “shy” of 5000 words. 😦
From the Overview:
A future apocalypse is a perennial favorite in fiction. At the direction of authors and screenwriters, it has befallen our planet in countless ways. We’ve been overrun by zombies, aliens, machines; been done-in by enviro-disasters, medical-hazards, plummeting asteroids; been besieged by falling sharks, crawling fish, monstrous mutant insects; and finally, perhaps scariest of all, we’ve merely suffered to death under the boots or pumps of bleak totalitarians.
Welcome to 2016, wherein the feminized West is well into the process of eating its own tail. You see, in the real world, if one simply has patience, humans can be taken step by teeny tiny step until an entire civilized people are willing to commit cultural-suicide. Can those of us with eyes still wide open get our countrymen to stop before they get to a vital organ? Stay tuned.