Ya know, dear reader, it's tough out here for a curmudgeon.
This whole touchy feelly, can't spank your kids culture shift has really put a dent in the numbers of us.
But, some days, when I have the time, I like to sit back watch all those folks cheer on the boys in blue whompin' some ass.
They fly blue and gold flags on their blue checked accounts.
They chant 'Murica! F**k yeah!
They bomb women and children to force the men to submit to the yoke.
All the while not seeing the contradiction in their behaviors.
That is one thing I won't be missing in the post-apocalyptic period.
Well, maybe a little.
Their crying reminds me how easy I make being me look from the outside.
Are you are tired of paying your masters to bomb children in far away places?
Perhaps it is time you pushed back on that.
A simple way that anybody can do that is to hoard your coins.
A dollar of change in your pocket is a dollar of value out of the banksters' pockets that force us to pay them so they can play in the amusement parks from hell and shop in the human grocery stores.
'Aint that fresh?'
Metal in your own possession will always have more intrinsic value than digits on a bankster's ledger.
What's so civil about war, anyway?
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Billy Jack, the movie.
The Trial of Billy Jack.
Billy Jack goes to Washington.