THE COST OF GLOBALISM….OBLIVION

The handsome couple pictured below is my nurse/historian partner of nigh on to 30 years, (the small one). The pretty one, (me) sits on the right. The little bird cage behind us inspired and warmed our hearts to the beauty of Athens, (Greece’s), gifts to humanity. The days of Kings and Nabobs of every description disposing the fate of those in their charge  were numbered by Athenian Democracy. The inherent value of the individual was first recognized and promoted through Athenian Democracy. In essence, one man, one vote gave each citizen some influence in guiding their own destiny,….. for the first time in history.

Our connection to those who left  the Parthenon to posterity was gilded by gratitude. We both realized they were family, caught in the same struggles for life and happiness, dignity and meaning in life. Through the travail of the ages, the blooming of human creation and miserable waste of war, the western world cobbled together something wonderful ’bout 35 centuries hence……..it was a miracle that sprung from a world of Kings and Queens either warring or screwing each other for power and national aggrandizement…..the miracle is  AMERICA.

Pope Francis is pushing a "false" interpretation of the Bible, according to a top Vatican cardinal who has warned "Islam will invade the world" if Francis' leftist ideology isn't challenged and stopped before it leads to the downfall of Europe.

ROBERT SARAH, A VATICAN CARDINAL MAKING THE ASSERTION THAT THE PRESENT MASS MIGRTIONS MAY DESTROY THE IDENTITY OF EUROPE

Europe, to this day, has done much to nail her stupidity and taste for gore on the halls of history. And in turn, each sovereignty of Europe has a rich and unique character, born of time and lives lived within each nations borders. The linked article is Father Sarah’s  call to the nations to follow President Trumps lead as he jealously serves his country  above all others.

 

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Little Cowards

“Marwan! You get back in this house right now! Suppers ready!”  Germany is coming apart at the seams under the weight of relentless incursions across their borders and P.M. Merkels political career. Debates and policies across the globe are duking it out over what to do with all the migrants flooding into Europe from the “much less fun,” middle east. Greece, collapsing under the weight of it’s sunken economy has furrows worn across their frontiers from young, employable migrant men. Not only do these wimps treat their women like a pile of stinky laundry. When the goin’ gets tough………… they take off and abandon the women and children, (It’s hard to run fast in a full body Hijab). And children are the responsibility of the woman.

So the left in every nation is on fire! “All borders must be abolished and the world should be free for all!” ……. Free health care, free housing, free transportation, free tuition, free food! free etc. etc..!

The trans global debate is on and hot! Yet. Yet……..All these dudes want is a good time! Wave bye bye women of Syria et al.! Your men have dumped you and their old life and are starting over with a geographical cure!” (sans the responsibility of wives and children).

Redistributing Wealth With Big Foot.

France and the rest of the European Union should hire a sleuth to sleuth the truth concerning that successful socialist country.that no ones been talking about and no one can find.

France Reaps Decades of Socialism and Open Borders

Below is pictured the lone inhabitant of slobovia, the one socialist government that works. At least it works for Big foot…….  a lonely socialist Yeti,…… how tragic.

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Chirp……Chirp….

 

Pat Condell. You know him, you love him, you must listen to him. The European continent at the closest point, is a few thousand miles away from the United States. At the closest point, Great Britain is less than thirty miles from the European continent. He feels the heat a lot more than we do. He is worth listening to. He is the canary in the mine. When he chirps it is wise to listen. Or rather, when he stops chirping it is past time to take action.

 

 

Keep Your Eye on the Canary

 

 

It is not uncommon to see a canary hanging in a cage in most coal mines. They are an early-warning system that is quite  sensitive and reliable. It goes this way. Dead bird means you have methane in the air, waiting to blow up at the first spark.. Thus it is that I include info from. Britain, Britain is our Canary,. When our bird drops dead we had better be ready for the eminent encroachment of something bad………

9 year old with her groom. AHHHH the bliss of my brides faultless and hirsute little body.! BREATHLESS! ( no! I mean it! anybody got a spare cannula?). And think about the new, more organicly grown laws when Sharia is instituted as the law of the land .  Choppping off body parts is fast and echonomical. Backlogged court dockets will become a thing of the past! 

 


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THIRTEEN YEAR OLDS SHOULDENT STEAL KISSES!

Tender mercies of worship fill the soul when the meat begins to tear!!! We are here to take you back in time about 1400years.See the source image

KINDA MAKES YOU WANT TO GO TO THE STEAK HOUSE FOR LUNCH!

The following diatribe can be said to be straight from the man on the scene, as Pat Condell describes what he sees as Britain struggles to deal with same said migrants in England.

 

Love

 

.Romantic love does not exist.  Sexual attraction exists at the beginning of many if not most relationships  that end in long term partnerships. As a matter of fact I feel I have insulted the very concept of partnership by equating it with romance.

It’s been a while since divorce rates have passed the 50% mark. Now the bricks that bind our society, the nuclear family, (mom, dad, brother or sister) is at the skinny end of the slope downhill.   Just turn on the T.V., All too often the father is portrayed  a bumbling fool, the mother looks like a swimsuit model, the children are savvy stand-up comics and their relationship is a series of deceptions, and cute misdirections aimed at getting what they want at fathers expense.With the emasculation of the American patriarchy, with it’s defects, and butt of all humor, the very judgment and thought processes of the culture have been softened to  the condition of a warm loaf of bread. The robust nature of males has been assaulted to the point that a safety course on the proper use and misuse of the male penis is not far down the road.

With the popularizion of the “anti-hero” in popular culture, and the “bad boy” values that guided the hand of our men have lost their luster. It is true that there is a pile of work needed to merely civilize the millennia-old concept that patriarchy meant somebody was going to be victimized.

Grant me the serenity to accept, The things I cannot change. Courage to change the things I can. And the wisdom to know the difference.

This old adage, popularized through A.A. has been contemplated endlessly. With the phrase “wisdom to know the difference.” presenting us with the conundrum of the day. It is a matter of deciding what is right and good on a case by case basis. There will never be an “answer” we can finish the matter with just the best we can do from moment to moment. Only 15 year old Gurus have that bit of wisdom nailed down.

At the very base of our culture, or any society, is the smallest bonded group, the family. With family  values, traditions and beliefs passed on and the roles , (patriarch, matriarch), clearly modeled from an older member, the strength of the family, neigberhood and local community. A man that can love his wife and children, stand with his heart covered and eyes on the flag can still do wrong. A man , on the other hand,, who commits many violent acts and lives selfishly is capable of acts of generosity upon occasion.

LOVE

I spent the day yesterday sitting with my 32 year old daughter as she had her chemotherapy treatment. I was humbled by the quiet courage I saw in this young woman. It is amazing how much spiritual strength you absorb just by being near such a strong personality. My wife  was also right there, giving as much love as she could. The prognosis on her stage 3 mass is positive. That is good. The mass is about the size of a handball. “Scary.”

Her four sisters, 3 young children, her mother and father as well as her partner will guarantee there is someone to be with her with her 24/7. Such is the strength the family, where no one is forced to comply but wants to please those who love them. The sinew, blood an bone of the patriarch was never meant to offend, to suppress those in their care, but such muscle was meant to stand in harms way  and protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Love is strength, it is patient……love is commitment to the whole, even at the expense ones own wellbeing. After the Roman empire collapsed, a thousand years of violence blood, and cruelty defined western culture. The inquisition, the crusades and war after war to aggrandize petty nabobs and their dreams of empire marked an era of ignorance crowned by conquest and plague ignorance threatened to wipe out the whole of western Europe.

But the heart of Christendom survived. The immutable truth, in the words of a humble carpenter served as a light toward which mankind could find its way.

Evil will be with us always. We must not give in. Our vigilance must not be abandoned to fear or fatigue. We must not turn our back on love. The fact is that any system of spiritual belief that gives the male head of the family king-like power… is doomed to abuse that power selfishly. You know…”git me another beer bitch!”

 

 

The Devils Due

 

Love can be the most powerful force in the human heart. Hatred can be just as potent a drive as love, should it be nurtured and groomed in spite of the destruction it embraces. The pik below links to a simple opinion piece but it refers to the displacement of one culture by another and why the west should start worrying now.

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There is a good chance that our great granddaughters will look like this in as short a span as two or three generations. So is it hatred to reject the enemies of freedom? Is it love or just misplaced “good intentions” to open the borders to those who want your territory but not your beliefs? Can the constitution dovetail with sharia or will the superstructure of democracy crumble before such a set of beliefs?

I am big, 6’3″ and a couple hundred pounds. Is it manly to use my strength to suppress those I am supposed to love. Or is it the true purpose of muscle to protect rather than conquer our own? I believe I have been given the gift of strength to stand in harms way for the benefit of those I love? Any respect I receive should be earned. I could get curtsies and bowed heads with a raised fist. but that is fear, not love. Should harm threaten my people, is it hatred that brings my raised fist against that harm?

 

The process of displacement has already metastasized throughout Europe right now.  

 

The Jerks

 

When one speaks of a “knee jerk” reaction it refers to that cute little kick that comes when the doctor whacks you in the knee with his little rubber hammer. Neo-NaziA knee jerk reaction is one that comes without deliberation. It happens as a defensive gesture to an assault on a vulnerable area. It is a “push back” against applied force. Such it is with the rise in right wing hate groups springing up throughout Europe.  Just “Klikdapik’ for a pretty fair little article about cultures feeling assaulted by conditions in the world today. It bodes ill for the Democracies of Europe and eventually your city council.

 

TODAY EUROPE……TOMORROW…..?

 

When will the girlie-girl west going to wake up and smell coffee. In between counseling jobs, way back in my infancy, I worked in a slaughterhouse. Every morning a group of us would sit and wait to start our day. We knew it was time to spring into action when decapitated sheep heads started tumbling down a traugh. This indicated that the line had started and the killing had begun. I stacked pelts. The drive home was about a half hour. By my arrival home the blood soaked pants I was wearing had coagulated, and were stiff enough to stand on their own, empty.

Of all the horrors you find in a packing plant, the worst is the blood that gushed from a pipe in back of the plant. The blood had been heated and on cold days steamed as it hit the air. It was the smell. The smell of blood, heated almost to boiling that nearly jerked  my lunch out of my belly. But no matter where I was in the huge plant I could not escape that smell. The same smell drifting across the Atlantic right now.

 I guess it’s time to get up and smell the blood.