In these days , when the air is rarified by winds of condemnation and prejudice for all things American, I have a Man crush on Chris Pratt. Not that he is “just too sexy”. He is, however unbowed by the Main Stream Media as well as the critical glance of politically charged celebs in his orbit around LALA Land.
The controversy is sparked by his crime of wearing a T-shirt sporting the coiled snake of the Gadsden flag. The flag image, created during the revolutionary war, has been adopted by some on the far right of the political spectrum. By association, he is damned.
Of course, after outing himself as a conservative Christian a few months ago, his days as THE darling of hip, slick and high production value movies are now numbered. I don’t think anyone who is wearing a T with a coiled snake on it, proclaiming “Don’t Tread on Me”. is going to cave to the pseudo righteous left. For more KLIKDAPIK
The following vid is funny. But true. Enjoy………..
Just a little vid on reality rather than the delusional cloud that has descended upon America. Bull Conner is no longer openly setting the dogs on civil rights people as fire hoses knocked ’em down. As a white male I thought things were going swimmingly between the races. I don’t know exactly what happened, but I do know who stands to benefit from bad race relations in the U.S.. The worse things are, the better it is for the mainstream media. The worse things are the better for the liberal demagogues who need conflict to justify their bitter, empty lives, and political identities.
There were a lot of riots during the Obama lpresidency. In a meeting with the people involved with one riot Obama, the old “organizer” told the rioters to “stay the course.” “Stay the course?” What did he advise? Keep burning down your neighborhood till you get what you want? The media blamed the police and community leaders. Sometimes the civic leaders turned on the police and the riots increased, the police assassinations increased and Obama ran into the arms of Bouncy and JZ or the nearest golf course in Hawaii. It seemed that all the violence and bigotry was just on T.V., for I could find no evidence of such divisions in the real world. Divisions were in the minds of most, but that was the main theater of action in this great split between the races that I keep hearing about to this day.
While sitting in a pharmacy waiting for a script to get filled, a black gentleman of similar age to me took a seat next to me and we proceeded to engage in small talk. At one point I asked him where all the anger I see on the news is coming from. He said he didn’t know and that he was just as mystified as I. “I used to hang with the “brothers” back in the seventies. We felt that we had been freed to be who we were and that the world was ours for the taking. Now we have hit an invisible wall. Frustrating!
Wouldn’t it be nice if we
Occasionally I stumble across a story that is such a powerful message that I must share it with as many people as possible. More and more I am seeing black Americans walking away from the Blue Plantation, breaking the spiritual bonds of the “poor me” mind-set to follow their version of the American Dream. This gentleman has a very uplifting message, delivered without an ounce of angst or anger.
The witness of this little woman carries a lot of courage with it. With the spontaneous anger and occasional violence that is happening in the streets, stating the truth can be dangerous.
Europe is descending into a morass of migrants clashing with the countries that rescued them. Our southern border , overwhelmed by the line of caravans dumping their thousands of asylum seekers et.al. at our border, sparking a knock down drag out with POTUS and the Dems. The Chinese are duking it out with America financially The north Koreans are a nuclear threat , the martyr mongering Iran is showing off it’s new missiles as it not so secretly continues toward becoming a nuclear power that truly believes it’s ultimate job is to start the last war….Armageddon, by annihilating Israel.
So our professors busy themselves with the task of outing Mary Poppins as a racist. Warning! THe author of this piece refers to those who object to elements of his article as “alt right”. Marking himself as a liberal Kool-Aid guzzler.. ,
The word racism has taken on the ubiquitous mantle of “boogey- man. Utterly every aspect of white/black exchange will eventually come around to racism. Especially when the left has nothing of substance to defend their position.. Now flags are racist, foods are racist, criticism of some religious orders is being called racist. As it is with any term, the more you use it the lest impact it carries. If used as the war club of a leftist in an argument it takes on the tenor of a hackneyed joke.
Problems in the black community had near parity with the white population. Prior to the civil rights movement. Black families were intact and although there was work to be done achieving civil rights, the black family remained the great, unacknowledged strength of the black community. Since the civil rights movement made it’s gains in the early sixties, every problem the black population has, has gotten exponentially worse. It is not the civil rights movement that failed it, is the “Great Society” promoted by Lyndon Johnston that paid the black family to run the father out of the house. When you cripple any American family by removing one of the parents you breed every ill the current black community endures. The vid below is by far the longest I have presented. But I believe it is worth the look. So get comfortable and take a look. IT IS WORTH IT !!!
You know who you are dealing with when engaged in verbal exchange with a combustible, histrionic, on the edge- of- physical violence person swinging a protest sign around recklessly……. A professor in an American University. Oh yes I forgot patronizing and condescending ad infinitum
It was late evening. The sun was setting on the small town of Alva Oklahoma, a virtual wide spot in the road and seat of Woods county Oklahoma. As I hung around at the grain elevator where my dad worked I hooked up with a truck driver who was brooming out his trailer. I had never had close company with a black man. In the mid-1960’s Alva the “Norman Rockwell” painting of a small American town, had one family of blacks. I had seen them about town but never had the nerve to approach.
The older black man was more than cordial when I volunteered to grab another push broom and help out. I was stricken with how comfortable I was with his gentle, quiet manner. A good first meeting. There is a comforting feeling that comes with a good man, it permeates the air about them, and lays to rest any fears you might have. A fellow who is at rest with his conscience brings little conflict into relationships. We broomed out his truck and I got my first look at the cab of a high dollar semi tractor. It was like a space ship! All smooth and lit up. Quite the deal for a kid from the sticks. I envied Ike.
Sheriff Clark has the same “center of granite” feel of an individual who has a simple set of beliefs, a clear vision of right and wrong, with a mixture of compassion and strength, all in proper proportion. Ike, long since dead, shared a place with sheriff Dave Clark, he was a good man.