Liberty has never come from the government. Liberty has always come from the subjects of government. The history of liberty is the history of resistance. The history of liberty is a history of the limitation of governmental power, not the increase of it.
According to the Liberals, Progressives, and Black Leaders, Blacks must vote Democrat or not be Black. Blacks who fail to abide by this stricture meet with vicious reprisals from the soldiers of the “Black Community” and Leftist talking heads.
Being branded an “Oreo” is the least of American Black’s worries and, as such, some brave souls have decided to reclaim the word, “Oreo.”
They Must Have Found Out She’s A Republican
Others have decided that, if the choice is between the “Black Community” and America, they’ll choose America and assimilate as all immigrants must eventually do.
Either that or she just really, really, really loves those delicious sandwich cookies. 😆
The Obama Campaigns most recent repugnancy is their disgusting ad which directly equates voting for Obama with a young woman loosing her virginity enjoyably and implies that doing so will allow Obama to “make them a woman.”
The response of American women wasn’t “No.” It was “Hell no!” They know what that sort of thing leads to and practice “obamabstinence.”
Nor Her Next Time Or Any Other Time. No Means No!
No. The American woman isn’t one to fall for such smooth blandishments and certainly would never foul herself with such a disgusting and unnatural liaison. The American Woman also, thank the Gods, has the will and means at her disposal to properly and rightly with the eventuality of such blandishments turning coercive.
American Women – I’d ask for the Gods to bless them but how can They bless a blessing…
Donald Trump’s iconic and oft-lampooned toupee has tired of being a public spectacle and has fled the limelight. It was last seen hiding at the Posada Amazonas lodge in Peru’s Tambopata National Reserve.
Trump’s Wig Has Gone Rogue!
A recovery team tried to apprehend the wayward hairpiece but found out the hard way that its fluffy exterior concealed a set of poison spines that inflicted excruciating pain, rashes, blisters, inflammation, and breathing difficulties among the hapless team members.
All the while, as the recovery team retreated in agonized disarray, it was heard muttering, “You’re fired! They’re fired! Everyone’s fired!”
NOTE: This is actually a megalopygid moth caterpillar from Peru. It’s the larva of one of the Flannel Moths. It was, however, photographed at the Posada Amazonas lodge in Peru’s Tambopata National Reserve and it does have concealed poisonous spines that can inflict excruciating pain, as well as: rashes, blisters, inflammation, and breathing difficulties in people who are allergic to its venom.
I don’t really suppose that many people will care greatly about this but the replica of the H.M.S. Bounty has by this point been lost at sea approximately 90 miles southeast of Hatteras Cape Hatteras, NC to hurricane Sandy.
Her 17 man crew had to abandon ship earlier this morning because her engines had failed, the storm was too bad to raise sail, and she was taking on water faster than her pumps could cope with.
God bless this frail ship of mine,
tho’ tiny it may be;
God bless its youthful skipper,
and those who sail with me;
Grant thy grace to all the stalwart lads
who bravely man its deck;
Come sail with us O Blessed One,
and each of us protect;
We’ll sail upon the northern breeze
to roam in search of glory;
It has been and always will be,
fate will set my life story;
So when you take this sailor, Lord,
forever from the sea;
I’ll sail my ship through Heaven’s gate,
for a sailor I’ll always be.
— Wayne E. Walters
In 1961 she was built in the traditional manner to the original Bounty’s specifications from drawings from British admiralty archive files at the Smith and Ruhland Shipyard shipyard – who also built the Blue Nose – in Lunenburg, Nova Scotia for MGM’s 1962 Mutiny on the Bounty. Since then she has plied both the seas and film.
32 Down On The Robert McKensie, Featuring the HMS Bounty
And so the Graveyard of the Atlantic will claim another toll, as is its due, and another of the few tall, gallant ladies of the sea left to us in these days shall hear the tolling of eight bells as her watch is ended forever.