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LOYALTY SENSE

September 14, 2017

“Ethnonational secessionism or global hegemony” — remember that phrase.  I’m going to use it in a minute.

(No photos, I think.  This is an interior thought from me and is a recording, for me,  of a snapshot in the timeline of world history.)

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 “Blood is thicker than water.”     When it comes down to the most fundamentally,  extreme basics of life – your family is instinctively your first point of reference.      (There aren’t as many extremely dysfunctional families or self-loathing families as the entertainment-news media would have us believe.)

Normal people are rather loyal to their own families.   Grandparents, parents,  sisters,   brothers, children, and grandchildren.    And then cousins . . .   etc.

I grew up in the ’50s and the pre-radicalized ’60s.   (Never mind how old that makes me:  I’m not really that old.)  It was Chicago, and my home was in the midst of various ethnic groups:   Irish,  German,  Italian, Polish, and Mexican primarily, with a few outliers like me,  a Swede-Finn.     After a few curious questions like “What nationality are you?”  or  “Were your parents born in America?”  we went on with our lives, our school, our play, without any further thought or even awareness of our “differences.”   We went home at night to our various-language speaking homes.

Once Cultural Marxism took over and became the dominant philosophy presented to us in movies,  television, radio, and magazines,   we were taught to think that differences made a  . . .  difference.    Somehow.

A big surprise in the ’70s came when I read a sociological study that concluded that “People are happier when they are living in neighborhoods made up of primarily their own kind.”    One race likes to live among people of its own same race.   One ethnic group is happier living with people of its own familiar ethnic group.   Et cetera.

That seemed like common sense,  evidenced by my own observations from a pre-radicalized American culture.

Blood is thicker than water.   You are happiest among your own familiar  “kind” of people.

How hard it is to write those words today – and not feel defensive.

But there is nothing wrong with feeling patriotic and loyal to your culture even if it’s made up of many ethnic groups.    “America”  defines a culture with citizens of one common set of values.     It is worth our heartfelt  loyalty.

As a history major in the universities I attended,  I saw how evil ethnic cleansing is,  and genocide,   and granting privilege to one ethnic group or another.  One of the biggest causes of unrest in the world —   small wars,  skirmishes, guerilla warfares, armed revolutions,  civil wars —  is the deliberate creation of artificial  national boundaries,  breaking up families and tribes and ethnic groups into arbitrary political alignments.

Tribes just want to get back together again.   Clans and families want to live together.

As I’ve returned from my  rather long vacation and returned to reading world events,  I see so many areas of the world on the verge of civil war for just this very reason.   The Kurds want their own country,  their own national boundaries.  They do NOT want live across four or five other “nations”  created in the Middle East.

The Catalans want their own region back, under their own local control.    (Even though it’s been a few hundred years since they were annexed into Spain.)   Ditto the Basques.

Many  ( a majority?) of  Ukrainians speak and feel and identify as Russian.   Why do the NATO nations want the Ukraine?      Why should they?

Africa is one big political and cultural mess of forcibly moved ethnic groups,  with Leftist governments desperately trying to keep control through any tyrannical and murderous means they can use, starvation being a very effective tool.

China is trying to take back (or take over)  an area of northern India, closest to them.   They’re close to succeeding.   400,000 refugees in “relief” camps;  50 dead this summer.

China and the Uighurs.

Burma.   The Philippines.   Southern Russia.  Chechens.  India  (Darjeeling tea, anyone?)

If you are well-informed,  you get the picture and you’ll be able to see an overview, draw some useful conclusions.

This is the picture of Ethno-Seccessionism —  ethnic groups wanting to secede from the national state that is now governing them.

What is holding them back?    What force is opposing them?   Why cannot people live in peace among their own families, clans, tribes, and ethnic groups?

It breaks my heart that people can’t.

What’s stopping them?     It is the diabolically strong force of Global Hegemony.    The opposing Force wants control of —  everything!  And everyone.    to do that It must break down boundaries, barriers,  loyalties,  identities, blur differences, and absorb all.     It must have Global Control,  Global Hegemony over everything and everyone.

And this motivation is one of the driving forces behind the deliberate promotion of ethnic groups being “migrated” into foreign countries, where they don’t match the culture,  where they are not willing to be assimilated,  where they do not respect the citizens already there.

Civil wars, unrest, agitations result, today, from this clash of Ethnocentric Secessionism and Global Hegemony.

Who do you want to be?      Who do you identify with?    Who are you and your family safer with?

Local control or an inhuman, “efficient” Big Brother machine?     Power makes on hungry for more Power.

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To see how far along the second road we are,  check with your local township government,  your local school board,  or city,   or county.    See how much in compliance they are with Agenda 21 –  or 2030 – or any of the new names the Globalist have come up with.  

Check also the book of Revelation in the Bible –  chapter 13.  ( “Beast” is just a way of expressing the Force behind this growing Global Hegemony.)     If it’s seen in the bible, does that mean it’s inevitable?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WORLD WAR ONE REVISITED

August 26, 2017

You should . . .  we all should:  revisit World War One.   Or maybe learn about it for the first time.     And 1917.  So much happened in that year that is relevant to us today — and if we don’t learn its lessons,   its warnings for us will come true.

KANSAS  CITY,  MISSOURI:

I had two things on my list to do in Kansas City:   (1)  visit the zoo;  (2)  visit the National World War One Memorial and Museum.

It’s NOT easy to drive in Kansas City,  and they had just received about 9 inches of rain, so many roads were still closed for flooding.  I was heading for the zoo, but got lost and found myself staring at a sign that pointed to the Museum . . .

It looks like this:

WWI Tower 400

It’s large.   You go forward and downward about fifteen feet, and then in through those dark doors in the middle.

Fortunately (if you want to have some fun)  you can go way up to the top of the tower too,  up in a rattle-y metal elevator:

WWI looking down elevator

That’s standing at the edge of the elevator looking down a couple hundred feet!   It lifts you up and then you walk up a further 45 winding steps,  just like in a lighthouse.

Quite a view!

WWI KC overlook

And my pretty blue car, way down there:

WWI Blue car

 

But inside the museum,  it was serious.    Serious history for a serious century.   You entered the exhibit rooms by walking on a glass floor.   Underneath the floor, about twenty feet down,  was a garden of poppies.

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The reflection of the bright light makes it hard to tell that it’s a transparent floor,  but there’s my shoe to show you I’m standing on glass!

Deep down below, if you were there,  you’d see the poppies:

WWI glass poppies

I  cried.

Poppies.  *    We must never forget.

World War One was a slap in the face to “modern” man,  and a punch in the stomach.   With all the confident promises of modern technology to solve every problem, we discovered that technology could be used to wage the horrific, murderous, brutal war we could not even have imagined.   Airplanes were used to deliver bombs and chemical gases.    Artillery increased in unimaginable sizes.   Submarines delivered death to civilians, not just enemy soldiers.

And a new kind of warfare took the lives of almost half the men in the war:

WWI Trench 400

This was a life-size model of a trench from which much of the war was waged, on both sides.   10 to 15 feet or more deep.   Dirty, muddy,  disease and vermin filled.   A map of the trenches ran from the English Channel all the way down to Switzerland,  and it was not just one long narrow string of trenches.    There were many intersecting trenches,  some for fighting,  some for communications, some for the officers to plan,  some for tending the wounded,  some for supplies . . .   The web of trenches were like small cities.

And many, many young men died in these trenches.  Or trying to get out of the trenches.   Or ordered to get out, up, and over, to bring the fight to the enemy.

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America entered the war after a few years.    There were campaigns to raise money for our troops.  There was rationing at home.   “Tobacco parties”   or “Tobacco Balls”  to raise a supply of cigarettes to send to the troops.    And there was pressure on young Americans to enlist.

My grandfather enlisted in the Navy.      U.S.S.   Utah.

In 1917 the war effort faltered as Russia left the war to fight an internal war of its own.

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Actual German guns – taken by the Russians,  to use in the Russian Revolution.

Like World War One and “poppies”  the Russian Revolution is another event of the 20th century that should be revisited, since the same revolutionary group is at work in the United States today, promoting anarchy,  social upheaval,  class warfare,  racism,  discontent, and violence.

We need to remember what that did to the Russian people.   I know for a fact that our school and university history books do not tell us what we need to know.

World War One ended, then in 1918,   but its lessons for us do not come to an end.   Unless we want an inevitable Three.

 

 

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AUGUST ASSERTIONS

August 8, 2017

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I don’t usually let  August 6 and 9 go by without some note of gratitude that I exist.  I’m here.   I’m alive.    And so, therefore,  are my son and daughter and grandson.    (Oh, yes, and  my baby sisters.)

Here’s my Dad:

Dad in Dress Blues

He’s in his Dress Blues,  Marine Corps.     It’s the photo that gets taken to show your Mom or your girlfriend that you’re doing okay in the service.

But when you’re 18 years old in 1945,  the Marine Corps is not a safe place to be, although neither was the whole world.    He and about a million others were en route to the South Pacific for that one great last offensive to put a stop to Japan’s aggression.   (Better read about those horrors, if you don’t know them.   It’s not a matter of “moral equivalence.”)

It was summer,  1945.  My dad said he and his unit were sleeping for weeks on a huge hangar floor, on their duffel bags, waiting for the planes to take them to California,  and then on to ships that would take them to the fighting.   Casualties were expected to be very high.

And then it was August 6th.

And then it was August 9th.

And finally, after experiencing two atom bombs,  Japan surrendered, and my Dad’s unit was not sent  . . .  he reunited with his young wife . . .   and then later I came along.

By every account, from my Dad and his friends, his commanders,  from the military leaders,  from civilian analysts,   those two atom bombs saved the lives of a million or so  young men  from America and from other countries,   because the war ended.

You can hardly call that “an assertion”   because it was the actual well-considered consensus.

Much to my surprise – and disgust –  in these recent years  I’ve heard the assertion:  “Oh, no, a million lives wouldn’t have been saved.”   Simple assertion.

The anti-American rhetoric coming from the socialists has revised the history of World War II;    and since their aim is total pacifism, even in the face of military threats to us,  the ideology which produces that false assertion is:   “the use of atom bombs (knee jerks here) is so reprehensible that no amount of saved lives is worth it.”

“And so besides,   no one knows it would be a million . . . .”

This would be my Dad’s  regular uniform:

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Ready to die.

So for me,  for millions in my generation,   for maybe your mom and dad who exist because the atom bomb was used,  let’s pause to be glad we exist.

Let’s not celebrate these atom bombs, but let’s look clearly and weigh all the alternatives.   Let’s not throw unsupported assertions at each other.    There are many, many books written in the 1940s and 1950s that deliver some very sobering analysis of what was going on in those days.

As always,  if you want to know some history, let the people who lived then tell you what happened.

I happened upon an article that said during the Cold War, when the Soviets were actually threatening us,   the ratio of our nuclear weapons to theirs was 13 to 1.    Overkill,  I think,  but those are the facts.

Today?   The ratio of nuclear and nuclear type weapons is  1  to 4.     The rest of the world has four times as many (nuclear) weapons as we have.

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In today’s news there is one tiny nation that is actively threatening the U.S.  and showing us every few days that they are becoming capable, or are capable now,   of hitting   Alaska or Seattle or San Diego or Hawaii  with a nuclear weapon.

I don’t know . . .    if Hawaii is hit,  is Hawaii worth going to war over?

Now we’re back to World War II.

 

 

D-DAY – COOPER AND OUR YOUNG PEOPLE

June 6, 2017

D-Day:  The Sixth of June.   1944.     Lest we forget.

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Some of you know Cooper is my grandson.   He’s a typical six-year-old;  he plays and swims and skis and kayaks and white-water rafts (down the beautiful and rather tame Truckee River)  and he golfs and he takes dance lessons and he plays violin, he’s just discovered reading —  and he appreciates some good red balloons!

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That’s his home, on Donner Lake,  California.

He can do all those activities  BECAUSE   American   young people did this:

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16, 17, 18 . . . 20 year olds  . . .   24,  30, 32,   38 year olds . . .  and every young man in between arrived on those Normandy beaches for an impossibly difficult mission.

 

Not everyone made it to the beach:

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Up and over, right into German artillery – firing at them.

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So many died.   I don’t think they’d want us to forget their story.

Because our young people in uniform do things like that,  Cooper can remain safe and play and learn . . . .

 

 

We MUST make sure our young people are taught this, once again.  

 

AN “ORDINARY FAMILY” SALUTE ON MEMORIAL DAY

May 29, 2017

Memorial Day is for honoring those who lost their lives as they defended our country.     But in addition,  I’m thinking about all those who served in the military and  risked their lives,   willing to die for us.  

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I thought I had always faithfully acknowledged Memorial Day here at the Spruce Tunnel throughout the years,  but a quick check of the archives shows me that I missed a few.

(In fact,  one end-of-May entry recorded my  incursion into dinosaur territory where, after wandering around, lost for a few hours in the Utah/Colorado desert I finally came out  feeling like an idiot but happy to be alive and uninjured  That was 2013.   I guess I wasn’t thinking of Memorial Day at the time.)

I’ll try to make a thorough list this time.    (We have a small family.)

My Grandpa, one of the crew of the USS Utah, serving in World War One.

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The USS Utah,  dashing through the Atlantic –   (I must have inherited some of his experience;  I love to be on the prow of a big sailboat, plunging through the waves (on the Great Lakes.)

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Grandpa was under threat  by German U-Boats, but he did come home.  The USS Utah sailed to Pearl Harbor where she bravely did duty – as target practice, until in 1941, the Japanese finished her off —

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My uncle was stationed there in Pearl Harbor in the ’40s, an MP in the Marines.   I wonder if he watched or thought of his own father’s ship being blown up.   Would like to have a photo of him . . . .

My own Dad,   Marine Corps –   18 years old.

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Hubbie’s family contributed their loved ones too.    Two sons from one family.   Finnish family.

First, Aaro Ikkala.    Sailor, serving on board the USS Aulick,  which has the distinction of being the first plane ever attacked by a kamikazi pilot.    Not everyone on board died.   Aaro did.    We have his Purple Heart.

In the days when the Internet was new and its usefulness was exciting,  Hubbie put together a wonderful tribute to the men on the USS Auulick,  even contacting some of those who had served with Uncle Aaro and remembered him.

Hubbie also put together this “genuine” replica of the Aulick which had been attacked in Leyte Gulf, Philippines:

USS Aulick

I wonder what went through Hubbie’s mind as he glued together all the tiny little pieces  . . .   We actually have the official navy report – of the gruesome details.

Hubbie lost another uncle in the next war,  the Korean war; his name was Arthur,  brother of Aaro.

Arthur Ikkala's Newspaper Article

I got quite a weird feeling in me today as I went through these old papers.   “Col. Ikkala”  looks very, very much like Hubbie at that age.

Next, for us, came the Viet Nam war –

My cousin.    Army.      It was a different kind of war:

Drew

This is a later picture, still in uniform.    Still “Proud to be an American . . .  ”

Drew in Uniform

He’s “family.”     I look at him and see my Grandma’s face.

And then Hubbie has two nephews,  West Point grads,  served in Desert Storm and whatever the next military endeavor was.   Flew  Apaches.

Apache

I’ll update with photos when I wake up my old, old computer which has their photos.  One of them patrolled around Babylon –  yes, the desert fortress city of Nebuchadnezzar  and his wannabe descendant Saddam Hussein who was in the process of restoring glorious palaces in Babylon.

We’re an ordinary family, some of whom left factories and mines and farms  (and high school) to defend our country –– to defend their families and our American way of Life. When they were done,  they returned to their factories, mines, and farms . . . .

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Thank you, guys.

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America remembers.    Americans still honor all of you.

GOT TO HIM?

April 7, 2017

 

(Totally an opinion piece;  an uninformed opinion piece):

I had hoped . . .  

. . .  but,  no;  throughout March I saw President Trump  being carefully corralled and put into his proper place.   Oh,  they allowed him a few victories;  token victories.

But check out this body language:

How trump is positioned

Look how he is positioned between two men who are not what they seem.

Many of his major stated goals have been thwarted.   His ability to bring about his stated goals has been neutralized.   I even forget what defeat this photo represents.   It’s a photo op.   They are there to give him our Ruler’s congratulations and to remind him that the  “other guy”  is there to  sit in your chair if you don’t obey.

Carrot: congratulations, you capitulated;   Stick:  you are replaceable.

And now the Global Rulers may have gotten their plan to unseat yet another country’s leader back on track again, after unexpected resistance.    And that leader is President Assad in their targets.    He is the last planned bowling pin that must fall to complete that Arab Spring campaign.   And he knows it.   He knows they’re watching him.     He knows if he does anything as heinous as using chemical weapons against his own people,  that it would mean his end.   Using such weapons would be suicidal on his part.

I get that people died horribly.   “A slow and brutal death.”     (repeat ten times)

I get that little children died, along with innocent  women and men,

I get that cute little twin toddlers died in the chemical weapon attack.   We’ve all seen the pictures of their young father carrying them, crying out to the heavens above  in inconsolable grief.

I also get that the World Rulers and those they have put into positions  of leadership all around the world desperately want to destroy President Assad.

The Progressives, the Leftists,  the Republican Establishment,  all who do the bidding of the Global Rulers are working hard to start a big war over there.

What I don’t see is the actual connection between President Assad and the use of chemical weapons.     In our righteous horror do we say that a proven connection is not important?

Is our horror of that “slow and brutal death”  supposed to make us say:  Enough!    “It happened in his country,  therefore he did it”?

Well, whatever happened on  9-11-01  happened in America . . . .   The shock and horror of that seemed to be enough to make the American public stop asking questions.   It worked then.

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President Trump was against this kind of thinking.     And he was against striking out in Syria.

And now his opinion has been  turned.

Maybe President Assad is responsible for this chemical attack.  Maybe President Trump acted on information that we don’t know.

But so far  there is not even a shred of proof, other than positive assertions, repeated by many,  repeated everywhere.   Assertions.   Assertions, alone.   Assertions make proof.

The crime is horrendous.   Who is the criminal?

Doesn’t matter.   We’ll find out later.

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As much as President Trump  campaigned with the principles and goals held by people in  the majority of the states in the United States  (yes,  that’s how a president gets elected,  by the numbers of electoral votes)   as much as he seemed to be saying what so many had been waiting to hear,  I always thought “this man will soon butt heads with  the power behind the presidential office”  —  and he won’t be able to effect any major changes.

That’s a long sentence,  but it means that not even a president can work against the Power that pulls the strings in Washington.

I just finished a book by Robert Ludlum called Trevayne.      A good intelligent man,  in a position to be incorruptible, above reproach,  chosen to investigate just who or what is the power behind the U.S.  government.   So he was chosen to head an investigative subcommittee ,  chosen, as it turns out, by the very aristocratic power behind the government.

He doesn’t know that at first.   It’s a tedious book, full of long, agonizing detail,   Ludlumesque,  but the tension builds,  the reader begins to suspect,  and then both Trevayne and the reader are justified in their suspicions —  but at the very end  (spoiler alert)   Trevayne joins the very behind-the-curtain power that he was supposed to uncover.

He agrees to be their president.   He believes he can change things from within.

 

SKULL SPLITTIN’ GOOD

March 27, 2017

(Well,  I guess this is a 180 degree turn from my last posting.)

I’m writing today to sort of apologize to my class this afternoon —  No.   No, maybe to tweak their noses a little bit.    (Humor,  guys,  humor!)   You know how one things lead to another  .  .  .

It all started with Gideon.    Of the Bible.     And after he became a mighty warrior,  because he was a little wimpy at first.

Gideon's Army    He won one battle after another and finally saved his people from the Midianite army that was threatening to wipe out the Israelites altogether.  Just one more mopping up excursion – and the last two enemy kings were captured.

Brought to camp.   Tied to a post.    Ready for execution, which they expected.    And then — Gideon called his very young son over and said. “You do it!   You have honors.  Pick up the sword and kill them.”

Gideons Sword

The Bible reports that the young boy refused.  He was afraid.     Now “afraid”  covers a lot of reasons, and  not necessarily cowardice.     I explained to my class  that it’s not as easy as you’d  think to kill a man,  even if the  strong warrior prisoner has been tied to a post and can’t hurt you.

And once you have killed a man,  even the youth would understand this,  you’ve crossed some line;  it changes you.   So why did Gideon think of asking his son to do the killing?

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A little over a thousand years later,  a man named Tacitus wrote the history of ancient times all the way up to his times.  Through him we have a pretty good understanding of warfare and all the necessary practices of war.

Tacitus explains that young boys had to be trained how to be warriors – for their own safety,  for their own self-protection.  Their training included running,  strength-training,  “target” practicing,  and then learning how to kill the enemy — that is,  how to actually kill a man, because that’s what warriors have to do.

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The young warriors-in-training were given live prisoners  to practice on.   How to thrust your sword between the bones;  how to hit a vital organ . . .  the best way to cut off . . .  you know,  anything.    These  “practice” kills harden the young boys, in their skills, in their consciences, in their hearts.

This is what Gideon was offering to his young son, training.   That’s what every nation who takes seriously its own self-defense must do for its young men:  train them, just in case.  You’d need to know how to use your sword or your javelin or your (heh  heh)  I added for my class,  your battle-axe  (if you’re a Viking) and need to learn how to crack a skull . . .

. . .   Yes, well,  I must have sounded too enthused because someone gently spoke up to remind me that “we are Christians,  we’re supposed to be people of peace . . .”

 

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Who ever said history was dull?

My enthusiasm may have been a bit pumped up  because I’m  studying the Merovingians, right now,  and the Carolingians,  whose reign was cut short by the Vikings at the very  end of the 8th century on through the next almost two hundred years.       Great stuff!

I’m listening to several lecturers, one from The Great Courses –

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–   and today in my car I  heard an off-the-cuff comment about the Viking named  Thorfinn Turf-Einarsson Hauskaluif    —    Thorfinn Skull Splitter, for short.   The lecturer dryly commented that their names often indicated Viking “procedures.”

We don’t know too much about him.  We don’t need to know;  we can guess.

Fast forward to today –  a century I don’t understand too well.         I have a few questions about the warrior spirit.

But  at least Thorfinn Skull Splitter lives on –  or, at least in name:

OOO skull guy

 

Yes.  There he is.

OOO Best Skullsplitter

 

On a beer bottle.     Apparently it’s a good Viking-strong beer,  a dark ale that is 8.2 alcohol by , um,  weight, I think.  A hefty punch!

You can get it from anywhere in the world, but the brewery is in the Orkneys –  that Viking stronghold now under the control of Scotland.

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But, see?  I have a few questions about today’s warriors.    Today’s men, under the influence –  of  socialism,  such as Scotland and the whole of Great Britain.    Europe actually.

Skull Splitter beer has become  quite popular, and it attracted the attention of the socialist thought-police,  or whatever.   They had apparently discovered the name of this beer and they contacted the brewery.    Well, let me give a quotation from some reporter about this incident:

. . . the brewery was forced to defend Skull Splitter back in 2009 when it came under investigation from a British drinks industry “watchdog” called the Portman Group (which has the power to issue a nationwide ban against the sale of any alcohol product that steps afoul of its guidelines), who commissioned a report that concluded the beer’s name and labels were too aggressive. Apparently they felt that drinkers would read the name and then enter into an uncontrolled primal enthusiasm for drunkenness leading to the loss of all faculties except fervent engagement in all manner of ribald, reckless, and destructive behavior. And some good ol’ medieval axe-swingin’ violence, of course.

See?   I have a few questions about this current century . . . .

 

 

 

OUR VETERANS

November 11, 2016

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We celebrate today the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918. 

I hope our “world”  has not become too different . . .

There was a time when Americans fought to defend their country.    Americans fought to win.   Fought to defeat the enemy.     No quarters.      (Because if you did give quarter,  they would rise to attack again.    You’ve heard the story of the kind man who nursed an injured snake back to health . . .   ?     The world can be a rough, mean place.)

THE GREAT WAR:     

Here is the deck of the USS Utah,  my grandfather’s ship in 1918.   Actual photo.

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The Great War was so shockingly horrible that it was fought to the bitter end with the determination that it would be The War To End All Wars.      And so all the nations signed the armistice that would end War.

It didn’t work.

WORLD WAR TWO:

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Our family was involved in this one too.    That’s my Dad.

And our family was involved in the next “war”  that was politically halted; our fighting men were not allowed to win it nor to bring it to an honorable close . . .

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Viet Nam.   My cousin.

I woke up this morning  —   Armistice is changed to Veterans Day because now we celebrate the lives and sacrifices of our fighting men in so many more war situations after The first World War;  I woke up this morning and my radio was broadcasting a story about a lost Purple Heart that was returned to its family – after 72 years of being lost.

The search for the family took many, many years,   record-keeping being one of the causalities of war.  The family was so touchingly grateful.  They were receiving confirmation and affirmation and a sense of the reality of their great uncle’s sacrifice,  and they now had a tangible  token of this country’s gratitude.

Hubbie began his genealogy work by looking up his own uncles’  purple hearts, and then searching for the circumstances of their deaths.  In the process the two young men of his family became real to us,  flesh and blood,  not just “two uncles who died  before we were born.”

This is Veterans Day.   Every veteran is real,  flesh and blood,  a member of a real family,  and every veteran has a story.  Some of the stories can’t even be told by the veterans themselves,  because what they sacrificed,  what they endured,  is so far above what we non-veterans have had to experience.

The men in my family were functional again,  after their wars.    I think they were fairly functional.

But others   –   Every morning when I was a young schoolteacher,   Hubbie and I would drive into school and pass by a front yard in the nice little country town where we taught;  in that yard was a young man,  roughly our age.

And he marched.   Back and forth.   Up and down.   Guarding the perimeter.       Every morning when we passed by,  every evening when we passed by in the other direction.  For about two years.

And then we never saw him again.

 

 

2. STEAMING MAD – Veterans Day and Loathing

November 7, 2016

(I couldn’t find an angry-looking kettle, so here’s that pretty one.   But it’s still steaming mad):

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” Half of Americans plan to vote for a media-fabricated  person who “loathes the military”  and is richly $upported by the Globalists who wish us to be global citizens first,  rather than  Americans.”

 

How awfully,  tragically ironic it is that the week in which we HONOR our veterans on Veterans Day this Friday  is exactly the week in which    Mrs. “We LOATHE the military”  Clinton     wants to be the commander in chief of our military!!!

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The Clintons have consistently been heard to say  “We loathe people like you” ;   “We loathe the military”;   “Pigs!”  (spoken to policemen on duty protecting them.    People have seen them  CURSING  at the Secret Service.   They’ve even cursed angrily at the police dog who was “on duty.”     (The actual words that were heard were:  “Get that F*ing dog away from me.”  — that’s still shocking.)

They’ve been heard using the foulest language at the military and civilian men who are assigned to protect them.

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They do their duty anyway,  knowing that they are  “loathed.”    Hated.

They have been disrespected and misused for twenty-five years now by the Bush-Clinton-Bush-Clinton coalition.

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Old and young,   our Veterans are honored this week by Americans.   They know how much they sacrificed for the good of our country.   The rest of us can only imagine.   More about them on Friday.

 

Our nation, especially in the last eight years,  has been reduced in size,  in equipment,  in fighting capacity to somewhere around the years right after World War One.

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This army is not ours.

 

We will fight the next war  —  the next actual war,  where we are attacked —   with a now inferior  military capability.

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This army is not ours.

 

If you’ve been keeping up with the development of weapon systems in foreign countries,  you’d be . . .  impressed, might be the right word.     Russia now has a missile that can take out territory within our country   the size of Texas!    Boom!   Gone!        Russia and China both say they have weapons system  that can take out  our aircraft carriers.   That’s new.   They’ve developed multi-megaton weapons that have mobile bases.  That’s new.  We are inferior, now,  in both size and capability to defend.

The Obama-Clintons have reduced our military as well as any enemy could have.

Not since the Soviet era under such as Lenin,  Stalin,  Khrushchev — also Marxists! — have so many good men disappeared.

Our experienced military leaders have been purged in one of the most blatantly political attacks on our military ever seen.   Have you ever read the long list of names of generals and admirals,  right on down through the leadership ranks –  gone.    Who accepts this as normal?       Now our young fighting men must undergo  sensitivity training;  they must be “inclusive”  to some very un-manly groups  . . . ;   they practice wearing RED high heels to learn what it’s like to be a “woman.”

Our good men are being used to fight a globalist “war” in the Middle East.  The fighting men tell us they could win this “war”  within a couple months – if the Obama-Clinton  directives would  let them.

And extraordinary missiles are pointed at us,  at the ready.    Plans are being drawn up, waiting for the right moment.     There is more than one nation that would like to have a piece of us,  while we are constructing that imaginary,  paperdoll world delivered to  us by our entertainment-news media.

Meanwhile,  the real world still exists.

Half of Americans plan to vote for a media-fabricated  person who “loathes the military”  and is richly supported by the Globalists who wish us to be global citizens first,  rather than  Americans

And such an insult!      This is right during the week we that honor our past veterans who preserved our right to vote!

Election 2016:     America or not.

We have   well-meaning  enemies without and within.

 

 

 

 

OCTOBER 7TH – MORE OF THE STORY

October 8, 2016

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Here’s a good, old-fashioned,  detailed, instructive picture of the Battle of Lepanto which was won by the Christians in Europe on this date.   It was one of those life-changing battles for all Europeans and their “offspring”  (us).   You would not be thinking and acting as you do today if this battle had been lost.

I had known about this battle since I entered the Church many years ago now, and I’ve written about it here before,  but  all I had read was the modern “light”  versions of the incident,  with an emphasis on the lovely miraculous aspect of this story.     Now I’m learning more.

Today’s feast is called “Our Lady of the Rosary”  and certainly the prayers of the hopeful-faithful  “availed much”     and certainly participants in this great battle witnessed a miracle.  But there’s more,  more serious and urgent reasons why we should know “more.”

First,  this is one of the last great battles in a greater war with many important battles that had been lost and just about lost by the European Christians.   And who were they fighting?

This picture contains a symbol of the enemy:

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She is called  te coatlaxopeuh.   It’s an Aztec title meaning She Who Crushes the Head of The Stone Serpent”     which is Quetzalcoatl, of course,  whose symbol, one of them,  was a crescent.   She’s standing on the crescent, showing that she has conquered it and all it stands for.    The cruel and vicious Aztec culture was defeated in Mexico.

The Europeans who first saw this image of The Virgin Mary   presented (miraculously)   on the tilma of Juan Diego in Mexico in 1531 pronounced the name as best they could,   “te quatlasupe,”   and discovered they were saying, like,  “Guadalupe” – a river in their native country of Spain!  

This image is Our Lady of Guadalupe,  and it was carried by a Spanish naval commander into the Battle of Lepanto.   

Why this image?     Because that crescent also happens to be the main symbol of the enemy that had been attacking year after year, decade after decade – and it was understood that what was happening in these Greek isles in 1571 was going to be a kind of Last Stand –  do or die –   they had to stop the Moslems or be overrun by them.  

The Christians gathered together a fleet as best they could ( a long bitter story of failing to rally against the enemy) and sailed to the Greek islands which the Moslems were conquering one by one.   When the fleet arrived they found horrific scenes of villages filled with dead, mutilated bodies,   people that had been tortured and raped and left where they had fallen,  slaughtered animals,  destruction and devastation everywhere they looked.

Then the two armies met.   The Moslems arranged their ships in the shape of a crescent;  the Christian fleet divided itself into three parts to effect a well thought-out strategy against the highly skilled Moslem warriors and sailors.  

The naval battle itself is a thrilling example of  skillful maneuvering of battleships of the day.      Christian slaves provided the power to move the Moslem galleons as both sides fought with arquebuses, crossbows, spears, and arrows.     Tens of thousands of soldiers were carried by tens of thousands of the sailors who knew how to work the ships into advantageous positions.

Ships were rammed,  groups of ships were surrounded and cut off and then boarded, close hand-to-hand fighting occurred everywhere.  Cannons were fired.   Ships were sunk.     There are so many stories of individual acts of bravery, but of hideous wounds as well, and of fierce determination to die fighting the enemy.

  At last,  the winds suddenly and unexpectedly turned direction,   and the Moslem ships were unable to maneuver as they needed to.   The Christians won.

The leader of the Christian world,  the Pope, Pope Pius v,  standing at the hub of information and communication,  had seen  the enemy pushing successfully into the Christian world.   He had seen the clueless, disorganized European leaders.   And he could see that only Christian prayer could tip the scales towards victory, finally, for the Christians.

He ordered the rosary to be said everywhere, for victory.    Many heeded his call.  Or enough did, at any rate. 

There were months of gathering fighters, preparation, sailing towards Lepanto, and then the battle.      No one really knew what was happening during all that time.    On October 7th, 1571,  the pope was in a business meeting with other men, when he got up suddenly, walked over to a window,  and then stated that the battle has been won, we must give thanks to God.

Many days later, confirmation of the victory came.     The earnest prayers of the rosary had carried the urgent plea of the people to the heavens.   God had seen the sincerity of the faith of His people.      And the pope designated this day to honor the prayers of the rosary – and to honor Our Lady who ushers us through the events of the gospel which make up the mysteries of the rosary.

 Today,  it is just as urgent that we know who is trying to defeat us.  Who has declared themselves an enemy of Christianity?       Who still calls us “crusaders”?    

It’s also just as urgent that we are agreed together about the necessity to resist those who would try to overcome us, or to overtake our culture.       And the word “battle” signifies hard work,  courage,  sacrifice, and focused determination to win.

And it’s urgent to realize that God is still involved, caring,  ready and able to stand by us and to fortify us  when the battle comes.   Let’s hope  this remains a spiritual  battle,  fought with our prayers, and we never  have to pick up our lances and arquebuses!

It’s October 7th, all right,   2016.

 

CAISSONS ROLLING THROUGH TIME

September 10, 2016

(And they’re rolling right down to us.)

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How far could you throw a   1,200- pound solid iron ball?    (I have trouble with a 12-pound bowling ball!)    If you had a cannon,  how far could you make it go?

How big would your cannon have to be if you wanted to make that 1,200-pound cannonball travel one MILE?       (Try just walking a mile!)

Well, the Islamic Turks had it all figured out.    And they needed 60 oxen and 700 men just to pull the huge cannon  into place!       Then,  after they fired it,  it took seven hours to reload!

But with the use of this cannon,  the gigantic  1,000 year-old super-walled city of Constantinople . . . fell.   It was the end of Christendom in the East.   It was a huge and  unexpected shock to the Western world.    1453 A.D.

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What was happening in Western Christendom that they wouldn’t come to the aid of Constantinople?

Read today’s headlines:    King would not align with kings,  leaders quarreled with other leaders,   nobody had “extra” money that they would spend on defense,  the emphasis was on “arts and entertainment,”   quality of life,   and the new-found emphasis on humanism in service of Man;    and – as always – there was a traitor from the West;  “Urban”  I think his name was.   He was the one who taught the Turks how to build this giant cannon,  and he stayed with them,  “training” them until they were proficient — against Constantinople, and ultimately the West.

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“And the caissons go rolling along….”         I’m still surprised at how moved I was during the Fourth of July celebration along the Hudson River last summer.   So big a crowd,  all proud to be celebrating America; and  so many in the crowd sang along with all the songs representing our Armed Forces….   And including the Army’s:  “Over hill, over dale, we have hit the dusty trail,   And those — ”      I was a little mystified when I didn’t hear them sing about “those caissons.”    It was:  “And those soldiers keep marching along.”

NOT the caissons rolling!?      I wondered why.    It troubled me.     Was this a subtle attack from the Modernists?      Caissons, after all,  are those wagons which carry along ammunition for the artillery used by the soldiers.     Is it not “nice” to refer to ammunition anymore?   Or did someone think that “people”  wouldn’t know what a caisson is?    I didn’t know – not when I first heard the song.  I grew up with “The Halls of Montezuma”  in my house, so I didn’t pay attention to those “caissons”  until I was older.      But  my Dad knew what a caisson is.  My teachers knew.  It was in our textbooks.  Our dictionaries.      We children were not  expected to be intellectually “soft.”     And stupid.

Don’t change the word “caisson”!   Because we have to know that they are STILL “rolling along. ”       

The “Turks”  still have “cannons” aimed at us,  now more than ever, only they aren’t shooting solid balls, they’re shooting case balls, also known as shells,  which means they’re hollowed out and filled with explosives.   And today we call them  missiles;  bombs on missiles.  Iran’s nuclear weapon program got our green light.

And we learned this past week that the Barack Hussein person in the U.S.  has facilitated the paying out of 33.6 BILLION dollars to Iran. *    Gold bullion and cash money.   Iranians are  not “Turks,”  but taking aim at us just the same.

Military vehicles on wheels and accompanying armament?     In 2015 we paid out to Iraq about $600,000,000 for  humvees and heavy-duty items of warfare.    And then —

—  then! —  we “lost” 2,300 humvees.     Our enemies “took them”   when  Mosul was conquered.    Now there are 2,300 humvees not protecting our soldiers,   but in enemy hands,  being used right now, against our soldiers,   in all kinds of inventive ways.    (Fill them with explosives and drive them into people. . . .)

So,  those “caissons”  are still rolling along,   pointed at us,  paid for by us,   and there is still a faction of westerners who are aiding and abetting the enemy,  just as in 1453.

Constantinople was defenseless against this huge cannon and the onslaught of very determined Muslims.

We look for our spiritual, moral, and physical defenses.

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. *  One of the sources for the secret payments . . .  

By the way, is there a meaning in the number “33” ?   (For those who recognize that number.)     George Soros has recently public stated what we all knew,  that the Global Governance of us (tyranny)  cannot take full effect until the two big obstacles are brought down:   the idea of national sovereignty  (epitomized best in the Constitution of the United States);   and the neutralization   (neutering)   of the Catholic Church.

Soros represents the Enemy.   Soros is an arm of the Enemy.    Keep your eye on his ubiquitous influence in the United States.

Oh,  okay.  If you want.    Maybe another source about those humvees.

It’s possible the entertainment-news media in the U.S.  in not talking about this.

THE “CHOICE” – 1200 YEARS AGO

August 10, 2016

(From a book I am reading):*

Left alone in the fens:

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The “boy” was 14 years old and was left alone for days,  with only his dog for companionship.     Today we would call that “child abandonment;  but then it was called  relying on the watchfulness of a  young man of 14 years.   He was strong and good,  watchful and smart.

Good;  of good and trustworthy character.

He was left alone for a  few days by his father and a companion to take care of their small house, a hut really,   in the middle of the lonely fens of  …  England.

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Fens.    We don’t really think about “fens”  in America.  Not so that we’d be familiar with them.  I’m sure a physical geographer could identify fens,  perhaps in South Carolina where the Swamp Fox practiced guerilla warfare against the British in the Revolution — 240 hundred years ago —  but mostly we are a nation of dryer lands:  prairie, plains,  deserts,  high plateaus, dryer mountain ranges, forests, and valleys.

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The boy was left waiting on a small island of dryer land in the midst of a swampy, marshy area, where his little home had been  built.   He was well-fed by an abundance of fish and fowl.   His portion of dry land  was connected to other pieces of dry land,  pathways, really between the wetlands,  small ponds and rivers, which provided transportation and food — and danger.

The boy’s big hound protected him from the wolves, which were a very real threat, even though his people, the Saxons, had pretty successfully gotten rid of most of these terrifying predators.    But in addition to wild animals, there was the ever present threat of the Danes.

The Danes had arrived a few generations ago and had conquered many areas of F see enemy and readyBritain.   They were the greatest enemy, the greatest present threat to those tribes who were  native  to Britain – even to the Britons themselves.   The Danes were rough and violent conquerors, and they were pagans.  Their aim was to  own Britain, to rule the land, to  enslave the more useful of the people they conquered, and to eradicate Christianity.

And they were pretty much succeeding when this little book opens.  The father and uncle eventually come home,  but the Danes were on their way.  Then all three are off to join other groups of fighting men  in  hopes that they can turn back the onslaught of the Danes.

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In the first battle, they fight these Danish Vikings well and push them back  a little.

F 14 alongside  The fourteen year old fights valiantly alongside his father, but his strong young body is not quite strong enough for the big warriors he must fight off;  he is too young, too small yet.  Too many times the father had to shield the boy’s body from the strong arm of a seasoned  Danish warrior.

In another battle,    a more desperate one,  the father knows that he will likely die, and he gives orders for his son to hold back along the far edges of the battlefield,  and he gives order to his friend to go to his son if he, the father, should fall in battle.   To go to his son and take him to the king.

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Both son and friend do not want to leave the man’s side,  but he is the father,  and there is no thought of disobeying his word.   The father dies,  the friend saves and guards the son;  the father’s name lives on.

The young man, Edmond,  becomes   friend and companion to King Alfred of the Saxons and fights faithfully at his side.  And the story goes on . . .  .the Danes are defeated,  and England becomes part of history, part of our world.

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Now here we are.      Many hundreds of years later.    Our lands are being invaded.  As the Danes conquered place after place in Britain,  so our lands,  Europe and America and Canada,  are being cleverly and efficiently invaded – just not by Danes this time,  and not only by machete, knives, guns, and explosive devices.

I look for the  intelligence to define the enemy.    I look for leadership to unite us in the cause of self-preservation.    I look for “soldiers” who are strong enough and smart enough to fight off the invading forces.    I look for men of good character that can be relied upon to defend us.

There are many ways to fight,  but it is a soldier’s fighting spirit that we need.

It’s a spirit that makes us think that we, ourselves, are worth preserving.

 

.* The Dragon and the Raven   by G.A  Henty

 

“THESE RUGGED TIMES”

August 8, 2016

(Oh, my;  has it been a week?   A very dismaying week;  fruitful for my mind,  but not for my writing. )

This photo doesn’t match “the Times.”

BACK YARD

So many dire and dismaying news stories this week, all wrapped in a packet of lies  within lies  within lies.   “News” stories are made up;    fabricated as an author would think up an interesting or controversial story-line, and then presented as though true;    and then argued about, debated about,  and tsk,tsk,tsk –  until  the controversy itself “proves” the lie.

It produces a Turmoil in the mind.     These days are difficult for us;   “rugged times,”  as John Jay wrote a couple hundred years ago.   He wrote about all the “sensations” that intrude into our minds.

He was born two hundred years before I was,  but yet he describes the process as we can perfectly  witness it  today:

“In such Rugged Times as these, other sensations are to be cherished.   Rural scenes, domestic bliss, and the charming group of pleasures found in the Train of Peace — all fly (away) at the approach of war; and are seldom to be found in fields stained with Blood, or in habitations polluted by outrage and desolation.”     (John Jay to Robert Livingston,  as war and revolution approached.)

What is he telling us?     That there are two opposing sets of “sensations”:      Rugged Times versus the Train of Peace.         “Train of Peace” may be an old-fashioned and poetic way of stating it,  but we’re not so stupid that we can’t understand – and deeply feel – what he means by that phrase.

Rural scenes, with all their charm and tranquility.   The photo above is looking out from my back window.

Such scenes provide a “charming group of pleasures . . .”

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A morning sun ascends onto (the possibility of)  domestic bliss, promising a “Train of Peace.”

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Morning Sun

John Jay and others eventually wrote that this country is to provide for the Pursuit of Happiness.    This is a state of affairs that allows men to pursue their dreams,  to see the fruit of their labor,   and to rest in a state of confidence and peace,  that if they work hard at a goal,  it may be attainable.

Opposing this is a tyrannical government that decides things for us.  Big Brother.  A  powerful State.   Laws, rules, regulations that put us into submission to the State.    We live by permits and licenses – and by “staying under the radar.”    We must believe their publications.  We agree to be entertained by their “entertainment-news media”   which is the source of the “pollution” that John Jay made reference to.   Facts polluted with  deception and lies.

And if we see behind the outright lies,   when we admit the many “outrages,”    and we witness the “desolation” of our country,   our peace “flies” away at the “approach of war” and our “pleasures” are fleeting indeed.

This “war” that approaches must be fought.   Don’t think of war as  physical altercation with physical weapons.

War is the deliberate opposition of one side to the other.    It means paying attention;  choosing a side;   standing up;  confronting the enemy (if it insists upon being an enemy);   choosing a method of opposition best suited to your abilities;    and getting busy to do the actual fighting.

I fear huffing and puffing and tsk-tsk-tsk-ing will get us nowhere.

Kronos on an urn

Kronos eats his children

 

Lies being told to conceal the identity of an enemy who has declared war against us and to lead us to believe that we somehow deserve the attacks are a kind of mental pollution,  not worthy to be taken seriously.

Lies that are being told to protect the one political candidate and to attack the other political candidate are not really worthy subjects for our entertainment  while we experience the “approach of war.”  (John Jay) .    Lies waste our time.

And the one thing that Time does is . . .  pass.

And we may still have time for these Rugged Times to produce great minds,  great men of truth and of valor.    These Rugged Times may be our awakening  that America is a real concept and that the United States is worth saving .     We may yet learn and understand the wisdom of our Founding Fathers.       We may yet find the strength to do our part with determination.

“These Rugged Times”    are our times too.

 

 

RED-GREEN for Father Hamel

July 26, 2016

Here is Father Jacques Hamel,  (martyr)   Rouen, Normandy,  France:

Father Hamel

Well, he doesn’t look like that any longer.   R.I.P.

(Nous sommes France!)

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Today is a day for anger.   For me.    Good causes for ranting.   Days like today I want to be a Man and put on my Viking armor, pick up my Battle Axe, and DEFEND my family, my clan, my tribe – because no one else seems to be doing so.

The Swedish blood in my veins boils.  Not just because the “Chicago”  of Europe is  now Malmö, Sweden!    Rape and murder capital of Europe.      Not just because Swedish girls are told to protect themselves by wearing bracelets that tell their attackers-from-foreign-lands to   “Be Nice.”

And not just because Swedish girls are now being told maybe they should wear a burka, when going out.  Wear a head scarf if you don’t want to be attacked.   In your own land!    Right in front of the noses of the men and leaders whom their Viking forefathers would be ashamed of.

Pahhhh!      These Swedish men would be afraid of their own Battle-Axe!   And that goes for all the liberal Swedish females who are trying to be  men-leaders.

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A whole violent political movement has declared war on the Western World,  Europe and North America, specifically.     They have declared it many, many years ago.    And since there has been NO response from the Western World,   they have had to repeat their declarations of war many times – and they have had to demonstrate their declaration of war, over and over again.

No, they don’t think we’re deaf.     They think  we’re are weak and effeminate.   We cannot pick up the challenge.      We are theirs for the taking.    And nearly every day we hear of their “Taking”  — with knives, machetes,  bombs,   and guns of all kinds.

Not clean kills either.    I’ve told you before it’s very “messy”  to slice through a  throat and cut someone’s neck off.    It takes practice and lots of strength.   That’s why I showed you photos of the little toddlers being trained to take off the heads of their teddy-bears *. . . .

But I don’t need to show you photos of the aftermath of brutal rapes and beheadings and disembowelments and burnings and drownings and crucifixions.   They’re all over the Internet.

Because they want us to know.

Because they’ve  declared WAR against us.    It’s in their book. 

So from now on when I write about these Warriors of the Crescent Moon god,   I will write about them in Green.    Their chosen color.

And when I write about the Deaf People in the Western World who ask us to be kind and forgiving to these Warriors,  I shall write in Red.    I will indicate dhimm-witted people by Red.    (Dhimmi-witted, that is,  because that’s what we subjugated people are:  Dhimmis.)

These Crescent-Moon Warrior Extremists killed Father Hamel today;  terrorizing him and the people in the church,  just as their ancient leader said to do.  He wrote in their book to use Terror in order to conquer **,    and he left them his explicit examples.     These Warriors humiliated the good priest and the people inside,  during the solemn ceremony of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass,    then jumped up on the altar,  then yelled things in their language,  then sliced through Father Hamel’s throat.

And then they published threats of further similar deeds to churches in the UK and in the US.

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SOON!   It says.   And that’s our Statue of Liberty on fire.      Because the whole world should be a caliphate of the Desert-Warrior Crescent Moon god.     Submit!!   Or die.   Do you NEED a citation for their authority?      Koran (Surah) 33:36:    “It is not for a believer, man or woman, when Allah and His Messenger have decreed a matter that they should have any option in their decision.”      You don’t HAVE an option.   The Crescent Moon god has decided for you!

And what is the brave response to this threat?

Some political leaders in Europe are asking us not to “make this a religious war.”    “Not to make this a war between religions.”      It’s not.   It’s a war of political and territorial conquest.    And we are being conquered in the current phase of this centuries-old war.

The archbishop of this area in France,  the one who is in authority over Father Hamel and is supposed to be his “shepherd”?

He speaks about his “sadness” at learning of the killing.  And then:  “The Catholic Church cannot take weapons other than those of prayer and brotherhood among men. I leave here hundreds of young people who are the future of humanity, the true ones. I ask them not to give in to the violence and become apostles of the civilization of love.”

Fight back, you young men and women,  with “prayer and brotherhood”?      You want prayer?   There is a young nun fighting for her life today –  also knifed in that church today.  Pray for her!

A Cardinal-Archbishop (of Manila,  Tagle)  expresses his grief,  prays for France,  and then says:      This “unhappy incident will help us understand in what way we can carry out the Social Doctrine of the Church,” he added.

Social Doctrine is needed?

The pope “asks the Lord to inspire in all thoughts of reconciliation and fraternity in this new trial, and to extend to everyone the abundance of His blessings”.

Reconciliation to . . . ?

The man that was put into the office of our presidency  (the US)  and who was raised as a Sunni Muslim in Malaysia said recently:   ““For Muslims across the United States and around the world, this is a time of spiritual renewal . .  .”   as he celebrates a major Muslim holiday.

Oh, speaking of “recently” –

Timeline

Lots of deaths missing from this timeline,  but they were making  a limited point.

“Points”  have to be made about this war that has been declared against us.    We all have to think clearly about this. ***   “Points” are being used to attack us.   Maybe “points” have to be used in response.

My Grandpa fought in World War I.  My Dad fought in World War II.   My cousin fought in the Viet Nam War.      I always wondered when the next “hot war”  would come,  when we were being attacked and killed.

 

Bar wavy

 

.*  teddy bears  School.

 

. **     One place, for instance:     Qur’an 8:60 states: And prepare against them whatever you are able of power and of steeds of war by which you may terrify the enemy of Allah and your enemy and others besides them whom you do not know but whom Allah knows. . .

.***    Maybe it’s time I rearrange and add to my side links . . .     link to a few sites that keep us informed . . .  .

 

SHOULD WHY FIGHT WE?

June 17, 2016

Just some stuff;  just FYI on a Friday.

Well,  the words we use are all mixed up.    The words we hear are all mixed up.  If you don’t have an internal compass,  a well-formed conscience,  a spiritual anchor —  it’s hard to make sense out of things – or to even reach a conclusion that you can be sure of.

There are two ways to rearrange those words in the title:

Why should we fight

Why we should fight

Two mutually incompatible thoughts, when you think of it.

cross I’m going to tell you some Dark Tales for a while, because it’s Friday today.      Christendom honors this as the day Christ died;  for our sins;  to bring grace and a “fountain” of blessings to the world;  and to make peace between our souls and God, and hence, peace  between one man and another.  Christ died for the sins we commit against each other, and to take that away.

Christ died so we won’t have to have Dark Tales to tell.

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Once again the Western World is under ACTIVE attack from the Moslem world.    Wave after wave throughout fourteen centuries,  these attacks have been repeated.   By turning our attention to the attackers  (see Sun Tzu on  identifying the enemy)  we have discovered horrifying details about our attackers, even when they’re not busy killing us.

Their use of women,  for instance.    Chivalry arose in the Western World, as a natural outflow  of Christian values.  ( . . .  not the stern male-dominance  of the Puritan,  Calvinistic version of Christianity . . .)     However . . .

 Chivalry could not have arisen in the Moslem world.  (That’s a plain, declarative statement, worthy of the writing style of Ernest Hemingway.)

Women just sit and wait . . . .

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Rounded up, at gunpoint:

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Where the women are kept:

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The Western photographers who came across these holes in the ground call them Dungeons.   There were women in there.   Waiting.

Then they are taken out,  displayed,  chosen by some man,  used,  used up,  sold to the next man,  used,  used up . . .   for however long.   More comfortable in the dungeon, I would think, although down there is fear,  horror,  worry,   hunger, thirst, discomfort,  pain, and injury.   

Women who have been rescued speak of repeated rapes,  beatings . . .  and then there is always this:

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The man on the right, in white,  is standing in your way.   What you could be seeing is a woman,  all in black, lying on the ground.   Those little white dots on the ground?   

Stones.

Like the stones in the hands of some of the men.

It should stir our hearts to realize that this is not an uncommon scene.   It’s “okay,” though.  It’s sanctioned.     That means it’s okayed by their law.     The ones who are attacking the Western World.

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Why should we fight?   Or:  Why we should fight.

Or is it a little unclear:   Should why fight we?

Now America is being attacked.     Americans are deciding, I guess,  while the Barack Hussein person is doing all he can to hold us back:

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He’s wrong, you know.     Once te United States did fight back , to protect our interests  “on the shores of Tripoli” —  and that’s why the United States Marines were constituted.

By Thomas Jefferson.

And the Moslem pirates,  those Barbary Pirates,  stayed quiet for almost two hundred years.

I know some Marines.  I’m quite sure they are ready to protect us.

PIETY, PATRIOTISM, AND VALOR

February 24, 2016

“When a man doesn’t see something, he cannot fear it.” (  from The Thirteenth Warrior)

“Fear precedes valor.”   (me)

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You have looked through binoculars.   You know the little wheel that you turn (slowly)  to bring things into focus.

Well, it happened to me today.   I was watching my favorite movie (2nd favorite?)  this morning,  “The Thirteenth Warrior.”

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I believe the western world needs a good dose of this movie – perhaps “thirteen” consecutive viewings . . . until you get it. 

As I watched,  I was thinking of the history of northern Europe,  the timeline,  and these Scandinavians in particular.

And it was like my “binoculars”  clicked into full focus on this timeline.

What pushed the wheel was the juxtaposition of this movie with three recent news* articles  concerning Sweden –  the probable location of “The Thirteenth Warrior.”

1.  One headline read:  “Swedish Police Admit That There Are 56 No-Go zones”  for them in Sweden.   Swedish police are NOT ALLOWED to go into many places in Swedish cities and towns.    (Oh,  this goes on in other European countries too . . . )

2.   Then I remembered this recent  photo:

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Yes, the pre-Vikings in the movie wore “skirts” – or more properly what we’d call kilts — allows for much greater freedom — uh,  in battle, that is.   These are NOT kilts.  These are Swedish men (I think;  other northern men have imitated them recently)  – and they are showing their “solidarity”  with women.   They are marching down the street in women’s skirts and hose, in public,  while their own women are being attacked and raped – and killed  by . . . “foreigners.”      (I will spare you some of the photos)

(Doesn’t take much valor to talk and make signs.)

These “foreigners”  are the invaders who have publicly declared more than once  “YOUR WOMEN ARE OURS!”   And the northern European white men run for their . . . skirts.

3.   Headlines yesterday:   “Study shows that Swedish men will not come to the aid of a Swedish woman who is being raped.”

Huh?

Now please take note:   It is true that the foreign invaders of Sweden are from southern countries and are part of the barbaric Muslims which exist today.   Therefore they feel superior to any other race or religion or society.   (But it is not their religion, necessarily, which makes them barbaric.  At the time portrayed in this movie,  the Islamic world was advancing in culture and literature and visual arts and science . . .  a little bit – until it was brought to a halt….)  —

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Now, by contrast,   the hero-narrator of “The Thirteen Warrior”   IS a Muslim, one who is cultured, refined, educated, civilized.   His intelligence and valor saves the pre-Viking society from a barbaric enemy.

Presumably these (men in skirts)  are the descendants of the Warriors in “The Thirteenth Warrior.”       Although the movie takes place in a time of around or before  800 A.D.,   the roles and functions of people within their societies have not changed.

 

Any man is made greater by his piety,  his patriotism,  and his valor.

 

So what about that Scandinavian timeline?

The pre-Viking Warriors in the movie had patriotism,  they fought for their patria – their families and lands.   They had piety;  they had a simple, unwavering faith in their gods, and knew their place before the gods.  And they certainly were brave.

The movie takes place before St. Olaf came to them.  Before St. Urhu came.  Before St.Bridget and St. Catherine,  and all the other Catholic saints were born,  named and unnamed  –  but when the Faith came,  Scandinavians were no longer the  uncivilized, barbaric  “Vikings”  of our historic imagination.

Until another king came along — and by decree took the Catholic faith away from them — well, I  know how it happened in Sweden.   This king**,  with no piety or  patriotism, preferred the   approval of Important Men of   Northern Europe to the south,    and the wealth and the status that their approval gave them.   In order to be “in league” with them, literally,  he had to give up his faith and the faith of his countrymen.

Might makes right, eh?

And so we have the devolution of society today.   Patriotism is whatever your ruler says it is.   Piety is — a troublesome idea from the past.

And valor?

Why?  Why bother?

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This isn’t the end of our story, I don’t think.

It’s hard to put human nature down for long.   And human nature is made for piety, patriotism, and Valor!

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*Because   the Rulers of America have given up our right to the Internet,  it may soon be illegal according to international law to link to news stories.    I will begin now, by refraining from giving you original sources.    I will “paraphrase” from personal knowledge and memory.  (56 places?  53 places?)

**Gustav Vasa    You could look up how he and his kind did this.

The word “fear” of course is the healthy, necessary fear one must have for those determined to conquer you.   But what you don’t know about the enemy,  you cannot fear.

This movie is similar to the book by Michael Crichton called Eaters of the Dead –  which in turn is inspired by Beowulf, which informed the character of Europeans for many, many centuries.

We have apparently forgotten . . . much.

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DECEMBER 7TH – AND ANOTHER MOVIE RECOMMENDATION

December 8, 2015

(An impassioned rant today)

This is what men fight for:    “Mom, hot dogs, apple pie, and baseball.”

And granddaughters.

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That’s my Grandpa and me, a long, long time ago.     Grandpa fought in WWI.         Navy:

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One of those men is Grandpa –  I think in the middle, back row.    He served on the USS Utah in 1918.  Transport ship.

On the deck of the Utah in the Atlantic.

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Swedish descendant of the Vikings.   I think he enjoyed his time in the Navy.

Then the ship was decommissioned   and brought to Pear Harbor.

USS Utah

There she is.  No longer seaworthy,  but doing her part in keeping the Navy strong and keeping American defenses strong.   Protecting grandchildren — as well as moms and sisters and wives and daughters.

She was used as target practice at the Pearl Harbor naval base.

Until December 7th,  1941.

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I hope children in school are taught the details of our military strength,  of the attack on us that day,  of the many men who lost their lives that day, and of the many thousands of men who rushed to sign up to defend our country in the Navy, the Marines,  and the Army (and Army-Air Force).

But I fear children have not been taught why we fought in those days.    There is no other reason why a generation or two of people, under age 45,   have not raised a mighty protest at the news last week that young women are going to be placed in Combat  situations.

Combat.   A fine waste of womanhood — because they can’t do it!   They can’t do what men do in battle.  Women have aptitudes and skills and courage and determination and certain abilities that are needed by any society,  and even in some places in the military — but they can’t do combat.

Unless you think that being a soldier just  means “pulling a trigger.”

The strongest and biggest, most well-trained women still have 40% less upper body strength than men.

The strongest, biggest, most well-trained women still have the lung capacity of a 50-year-old man.   Nothing wrong with 50-year-old men;  it’s just that we don’t expect them to do the same work as a strong, young 22-year old warrior.

Women don’t produce much of the hormone needed to be aggressive enough in battle (combat) situations.    There is a level of aggressiveness that is needed in battle — that would horrify most  peace-time Americans.

Our  Marines just spent many millions of dollars  (36 million)  to  determine whether women can perform as well as men in combat situations.      They can’t.     36, 000, 000  — spent on what our grandparents and parents already knew.    The Marine Corps also spent a lot of money to produce female infantry  officers.     No woman passed the course.

Shame on political philosophies which ignore human reality.  Shame on the nation that puts its women in “combat”  situations.   Shame on the society that dishonors its own women.    Shame on the political agenda that weakens our military readiness.    Shame on the generations who allow themselves to be indoctrinated into “gender neutrality.”

Men are important for certain things in a society.  Women are important for certain things in a society.   Men are not women.  Women are not men.

Mankind has known that instinctively —   but as we know,  instincts can be (almost) bred out of an oppressed society.    Political Correctness and Distorted Role Models are hammered into people.

December 7th – and a movie?    I would highly recommend The 13th Warrior.     Don’t fret that it is a classic tale written down in the early Middle Ages and handed down orally from centuries before that.   I suspect it’s based on actual history and it’s very relevant for today.  Perhaps even an antidote for the effeminacy that has been inserted into our society.

Watch it for the comparison of a civilized culture  (the Moors),  a half-civilized culture  (the Vikings).  and a primitive, rather uncivilized culture.    Observe the differences.

Sure, there is blood, gore,  battles, fear, death,  and  mysteries,  but there is also the defense of what is important to human beings:  courage, intelligence,  determination,   comradeship,  earned respect,   men of good character who communicate across cultures.

A brutal, savage attack brings out the best in the men and the attack is repulsed. . . . and civilization can continue to develop in that area of the world.

Best lines of the movie:   The refined and cultured Moor asks, “I don’t suppose we have a plan . . . ”      The rough Northmen:  “We ride until we catch up to the enemy and then we kill them all.”

That’s a virile, courageous answer.   That’s what’s needed when men are called upon to be defenders.     That’s what protects “Mom, apple pie, hot dogs, and baseball. ”   Or whatever is your way of life.

Women,   children,  families,  your tribe, your clan, your ethnic group,  your nation, your empire — whatever it is,  you protect it in order to continue on with the best your society offers.

December 7th, 1941 – Pearl Harbor Day,  when America also was attacked — and men rose to the occasion in combat.

(Please don’t play the marxist conversation-stopper game:  “But what about the . . . .”       “But what about women, don’t leave them out; they can do things for the war effort too…”    Of course they can.   That wasn’t the point. )

Let us keep Pearl Harbor Day as a “Day of Infamy,”     yes,  but also a day to be proud of our fighting men who answered their country’s call.   Our enemies meant to defeat us,  but our soldiers pushed back and fought back.

I wish we would stand up and push back and fight back and take our country back.    If not, if we don’t blush with shame at out Rulers’ agenda for us,  to confuse us and weaken us  with their agenda of “gender neutrality,”  we’ll lose it all.

In the real world,  men are not women and women are not men.

 

 

MEANWHILE IN “AMERICA”

November 13, 2015

There are two streams of information to watch tonight as we become informed about the attacks in Paris.   One is just “what happened.”  Just the official facts, as they are released.    The other stream is the eyewitness testimony from people who were there or who have loved ones that were there tonight.  They make it real for us, and immediate.

I’m thankful to hear these reports.     I’m glad people from all around the world have access to these reports.

But.     Well, maybe . . .    “he”  doesn’t.

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So he may not be seeing the same news reports that we are.   What is he doing instead?
The Man-Who-Was-Placed-Into-The-Office-Of-Our-Presidency   proclaims today:   “ISIS has been contained . . .”

The Man-Who-Was-Placed-Into-The-Office-Of-Our-Presidency  declares“I do not want to speculate on who did this.” 

The Man-Who-Was-Placed-Into-The-Office-Of-Our-Presidency plans publicly:
The Obama administration is moving to increase and accelerate the number of Syrian refugees who might be admitted into the United States by opening new screening outposts in Iraq and Lebanon, administration officials told Reuters on Friday.

The move comes after President Barack Obama pledged in September to admit an additional 10,000 Syrian refugees in 2016, torn by four years of civil war and disorder.

(…as reported here … )

Spokesmen tonight from all the various security agencies have stated on television interviews, each in their own way,  that we have no way to know who is coming into our country.  They’re all agreed that these men, misnamed “refugees,”   are 90% or more young, strong men of military age.    Yeah.
Maybe it’s time to scroll down the headlines offered by Atlas Shrugged.

THE POPPY FIELD

May 24, 2015

By an interesting coincidence,  the poppy is a flower given to Our Lady on this 24th day of May.

There is a spiritual quality that is associated with the poppy,  but I think on this Memorial Day weekend,  it’s good to look at a   distantly related association with the poppy,  one you may be familiar with.    (After all,  American school children used to memorize and recite this poem in school — in honor of those who died for us.)

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NAME YOUR ENEMY

April 12, 2015

 

Remember Heathcliff?  The alley cat that pretty much finds his own way to get what he wants.

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The fish aren’t too happy.

Another danger they can’t quite comprehend — until they do:

 

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(But Pete Rose is a good guy.    Where’s the danger from Pete Rose?)

“A Rose by any other name .. . would still smell as sweet.”     (Or:  “What’s in a name . . ?  That which we call a rose, by any other name,  would smell as sweet”.)

Unfortunately for the fish,  Shakespeare was speaking of flowers and girlfriends.

In the real world there are real enemies.    Not everyone wants to be our friend, and  it’s not always our fault.     Sometimes the enemy is on the rise and just wants to move on ahead, right over our dead bodies.

And if we can’t call the enemy by its real name,  all we’re going to have left is a bunch of stems with the flowers petals hacked off.