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Monday, August 10, 2026

Bullies

 



I want to speak to the idea of bullies. What a bully is, how he operates and how to deal with one.


President Theodore Roosevelt was said to be a bully. He was famous for it, but the truth is, he wasn’t, and the reason he wasn’t; is because he could back it up, and his goal was not self-serving. Whereas, a bully can’t usually back it and is self-serving.


It’s like Marshall Dillon and the bad guy. The bad guy sees the Marshall as a bully, when in truth, the bad guy is the bully. The bad guy will shoot it out with most anyone, because he can scare them into submission. But the Marshall scares the bully, because the Marshall can and will back it up.


Bullies work on the idea of intimidation. They intimidate to get what they want, and what they want, is self-serving. When I went to school, Dad taught him how to deal with them. He said, punch ‘em right in the nose, hard, (first punch wins the fight) and then go from there.


So sure enough, in the second grade, there was a bully, and he was taking kids lunch money, threatening to beat them up. He was a bigger fellow, and like to throw his weight around. Well he wanted MY lunch money, I told him no, he said I’ll beat you up. So I punched him right in the nose as hard as I could..!!! POW…!!! And the fight ensued, rough and tumble it was. To make a long story short, he got my lunch money, that day, and a black eye, and bloody lip and nose to go with it. We both got in trouble, but…. This is the important part. He never tried again to take my lunch money, because it was too much work for twenty-five cents. I said no. and I backed it up, and I provided a cost. Funny things was, after that, he told everybody we were buddies.


You know they have passed a bunch of laws, says you can’t be hitting people, for whatever reason. They call it assault. Hummm… Who do you suppose wanted laws like that? Hmmm… Bullies, let us disarm our victims. Bullies are cowards, who work on intimidation. And not all bad guys look like bad guys. Some wear suits, and steal your lunch money from behind your back, and threaten you with some law if you object.


Protesters (rioters) are no more than bullies, trying to shove shit ideas down your throat, and they can get in your face, cause if you hit them, just like that, the law is on their side. Nice little set up.


When I went to school, one of the things they taught in gym, was boxing, wrestling and self defense. Couple of fellows have a disagreement, well sometimes they settled it with fist to cuffs. Many times, when it was said and done, the adversaries were buddies. It’s mutual respect, when both find out you’re willing to back it up. Many a tight bond was bred that way. Now who’s idea do you think it was to quit teaching self-defense in high schools. Hummm…


What’s my point. The country is being run being run by bullies, they have slowly turned things (laws) in favor of themselves. We stand for the constitution, we stand for truth, we stand for blind justice, then remember, we stand for God, and he’s watching, it’s time to dish out a cost.


The bullies in congress, in the senate, in the media, rioters, in the private sector and in your neighborhood need to be called out as the cowards they are, and dealt a cost.


President Trump is doing exactly that. Don’t think he can do it by himself, he needs America’s help. He’s got the swamp draining, let us open up a few more ditches, and see what runs out.


Don’t consider what it cost you now, consider instead, what it might cost in the long run if the bullies have their way. It time to stand up and as Americans, and be Americans, and push these clowns off the stage.


George Henry Nichols

August 2026


Sunday, July 26, 2026

Open Letter to US House -> Forest Fires -> My Two-Cents

 


I’ve been thinking about all these forest fires we’ve been having lately. Seems it would pay to clean the forest floor now and then, considering the money spent to fight said fires.


Seems to me when I was a kid, they did just that, kept the forest floor clean. They also maintained a system of fire lookout towers throughout the forest, complete with radio communications. Seems we do neither anymore.


Might I suggest we get back to keeping the forest floor clean. Seems it’s our job. Something I think might be worth consideration is; instead of lookout towers, we set up a system of well grounded lighting rods throughout the forest, with about a half acre clearing around it, standing well above the tree tops. This could very well reduce fires considerably.


Myself and a few pilot buddies of mine came up with an idea which might be worth considering; You set up a pilot training program, (considering we are low on qualified pilots,) and you train them to fly a grid over X forest looking for smoke, or any other kind of trouble. Perhaps you could even get the airlines to chip in a bit. This could replace the idea of lookout towers and be a training program to boot. Dual purpose.


I figure if we reduce the number of fires, and redirect that money into productive ideas, instead of it going up in smoke. In the long run it would prove cheaper, or at least give a return on the dollar spent.


Well, that’s my two-cents on the forest fires, my heart goes out to anyone effected, and shame on us for not taking care of business.


George Henry Nichols

July 2026




Wednesday, July 15, 2026

Lying Medea & it's effects on me.

 


ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN and the rest have lied so long, (since Dan Rather & President Reagan) nothing they say means anything to me. They are mute to me. Let explain, when Reagan was President, I would listen to one of his speeches, and Dan Rather or some news man at the time, would tell me what he said. It became obvious they had not heard the speech. They had not even bothered to listen to the speech. So many times, what they told me was a flat ass lie...! That they had made up, I know, Because I had heard the speech.

In fact I consider them un-American. Not sure who they serve? But it ain't the American people. Local news is just as bad, they are so busy worrying about how people feel....they miss the News completely. It's to the point... it's all about feelings and nobody even knows what News is. There is shit happening all over the world "that is News" and I have to search it out, because even Fox is losing site of what News actually is. News is not one news guy talking to another. Our media is on the verge of being worthless, it's a shame because they are SO important, they are singled out in the constitution. You-tube may very well save our ass, because it's giving truth (Nick Shirley, Angela Rose & the like) a platform. May they carry on and put the bull-shitter out on the curb.

I don't need the big fancy news desk, and all the great lighting, I don't need a big window behind my news man, like he goes out there. I don't need to hear experts pontificate on and on about what they know and what they think. Most of them make it up. I NEED THE NEWS. What is actually happening in the world and my country. Who-What-When-Where & Why..!!! DO YOUR JOB..!!!

George Henry Nichols

July 2026


Sunday, June 14, 2026

Can You See the Prosperity?

 
                            

I, George Henry Nichols did not write this. I found it on face-book with no name. Thought it very well written. Thought I should share. If YOU wrote it, please let me know, and I will credit it. 


My Generation Is Blind to the Prosperity Around Us!


I'm sitting in a small coffee shop near Nokomis (Florida) trying to think of what to write about. I scroll through my news-feed on my phone looking at the latest headlines of presidential candidates calling for policies to "fix" the so-called injustices of capitalism. I put my phone down and continue to look around.


I see people talking freely, working on their Mac Book’s, ordering food they get in an instant, seeing cars go by outside, and it dawned on me. We live in the most privileged time in the most prosperous nation and we've become completely blind to it.

Vehicles, food, technology, freedom to associate with whom we choose. These things are so ingrained in our American way of life we don't give them a second thought.

We are so well off here in the United States that our poverty line begins 31 times above the global average. Thirty One Times!!!


Virtually no one in the United States is considered poor by global standards. Yet, in a time where we can order a product off Amazon with one click and have it at our doorstep the next day, we are unappreciative, unsatisfied, and ungrateful. (??)

Our unappreciative is evident as the popularity of socialist policies among my generation continues to grow. Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez recently said to Newsweek talking about the millennial generation, "An entire generation, which is now becoming one of the largest electorates in America, came of age and never saw American prosperity."


Never saw American prosperity! Let that sink in.


When I first read that statement, I thought to myself, that was quite literally the most entitled and factually illiterate thing I've ever heard in my 26 years on this earth. Many young people agree with her, which is entirely misguided.


My generation is being indoctrinated by a mainstream narrative to actually believe we have never seen prosperity. I know this first hand, I went to college, let's just say I didn't have the popular opinion, but I digress.


Why then, with all of the overwhelming evidence around us, evidence that I can even see sitting at a coffee shop, do we not view this as prosperity? We have people who are dying to get into our country.


People around the world destitute and truly impoverished. Yet, we have a young generation convinced they've never seen prosperity, and as a result, we elect some politicians who are dead set on taking steps towards abolishing capitalism. We don't have a lack of prosperity problem. Why? The answer is this,?? “my generation has only seen prosperity. We have no contrast. We didn't live in the great depression, or live through two world wars, the Korean War, The Vietnam War or we didn't see the rise and fall of socialism and communism.”


We don't know what it's like to live without the internet, without cars, without smartphones. We don't have a lack of prosperity problem. We have an entitlement problem, an ungratefulness problem, and it's spreading like a plague.


Unknown

June 2026


Tuesday, June 9, 2026

There Once was an Indian, Maybe.

 

For a number of years, I ran the flea market circuit in East Texas. I had a 1973 Chevrolet/Carpenter 36 ft. school bus. It was painted gray. It was know as “The Big Gray Bus.” What a monster. I had it set up as an RV in the front, with room in the back for an inventory. I sold knives, Swords, Brass items, Jewelry, porcelain and whatever I figured I could turn a profit on. (All of this in the early nineties.)


I went to places like Canton, Kirbyville, Onalaska, Nacogdoches, College Station and the like. Buying here and selling there….and camping through the week. I met a lot of interesting people, which bring me to our story.


There was this Indian fellow pretty much running the same circuit as myself. So I’d see him here and there. He sold Indian stuff. Turquoise jewelry, rain sticks, drums, staffs and all kinds of stuff he pretty much made himself.


Well we got to be kind of buddies, and I’d try and set up near him, cause he would dress up like an Indian, with war paint and a big feather bonnet. He would hoot and holler and shake rattlers (that he made and sold) and carry on like a wild west Indian, and tell his story to any who’d listen, and sell them something in the process. To say the least, he drew a crowd, and being close by, a crowd didn’t hurt me none.


In the evening, some of the marketeers would get together around a campfire, have a few beers and chew the rag. Tell each other our stories. You know, fish stories.


Well one evening in Kirbyville, about a dozen of us marketeers were siting around a campfire, having a beer and the Indian, ‘Creeping Wolf,” was tell us all about being an Indian. He was sitting there in his Indian grab and warpaint, telling us how his great-grandfather was chased by the Texas rangers. How he was one of the last Apaches, and his people rode the plains hunting the white man’s cattle and on and on… We were all hanging on every word, he was indeed a great orator, this included me.


While he steady telling us stories a small girl, of about six appears in our mist. She had sandy hair and was wearing a pink dress, she was rather grubby, I guess from running around the flea market. I’d seen her a few times during the day. Not sure who she belong to, but she was listening intently.


Then she said, right emphatically… “You’re not an Indian.”


Everybody, I mean everybody leaned over, and craning their necks, turned and looked at this little girl, like she was crazy!!!


She continued, “You need to shave, Indians don’t shave.”


Just like that, I mean... just like that, everybody’s head turned and looked at Creeping Wolf. Sure enough, he needed to shave.


The power of innocence. There she stood in his presents, looking right at him. Oh Creeping Wolf was caught, red handed, (pun intended,) needing to shave. He couldn’t lie to her… he couldn’t do it… Out came the big confession. Turns out his name was Scott, and he was half Scottish. His mother was a Scotsman, she named him Scott so he wouldn’t forget, cause he look like an Indian (his father.)


He said I worked in the plants, when I retired, I thought I take up the flea-market as a way to travel and sell all this stuff I’ve been making over the years. So I became “Creeping Wolf, Son of Great Apache Warrior.” Seems to work, I am half Indian and I’ve been having a good time. I do have to shave regular.


Well… we all have a good laugh… cause we all had a gimmick, I was selling pirate loot. But I had to marvel over the power that little girl had, noticing something we had all over looked, and calling him to task, and how quickly ‘Creeping Wolf, Son of Great Apache Warrior’ became Scott, in the blink of an eye.


Be wary of stories you tell little kids, they aren’t blind, and they aren’t stupid, and the are listening to every word. Seek the truth, and it shall set you free.


George Henry Nichols

June 2026

Friday, May 22, 2026

Elected Officials Pay

 


I want to address an unpopular topic, elected official’s pay. We tend to attract failed lawyers and thieves. People there to line their pockets. The American government has become no more than a den of thieves. Just look at the fraud that has been uncovered. It is staggering. Why…?


I’ll tell you why….. The president makes 400,000 dollars a year. The President…. That’s sad…. He President of all fifty states, he presides over the American economy and is Commander and Chief of our armed forces… and he paid 400,000 dollars a year. (The fellow we have now is exceptional.)


How much does Elon Mush make, or the head of Ford, the head of Jeep, the head of Boeing, Hummm…? The fellow that runs a single Dow Chemical Plant makes more money than the President. Why..? Because he is responsible for the output of the whole plant, every unit. He is responsible for every employee’s safety and output. He is responsible for the plant’s budget, the plant’s payroll the plant’s moral.


Think about what the President does… Just what is he worth? Now think about the congress, what? 180,000 dollars a year….and all you can steal. Their colleges in the private sector are doing much better. Much better, save the money they’re stealing.


If you want the country to run like a well oiled machine, than you have to be willing to pay for it. Because they are so woefully underpaid, we attract failed lawyers and money grubbers, people who can’t really make it in the private sector, because they lack the talent. Why do we want them in government?


The people who can make a company run, and run it well...have a job, a good job. Paying a hell of a lot more than elected government service. And he doesn’t get dragged through the mud by the media every time you turn around. He’s not going to run for public office…. He’s not going to take a cut in pay and deal with the assholes in the media. He’s not going to do it…….Unless you’re willing to pay him what he’s worth.


We always bitch when congress gives themselves a raise, and they never give themselves much of one. They know better, if they raised the pay to a proper level the JOB calls for, they know they’d be out of work right quick, and off the gravy-train they’ve built. So you see…. They know. And they will fight to keep their little gravy train, because that is all they know.


How to fix it..? I don’t really know. The house & senate will never give themselves such a raise, because it would attract talent to run against them. I think it’s something the President himself needs to address, draft and push as we drain the swamp.


George Henry Nichols

May 2026


Wednesday, May 20, 2026

The Giants & Why They Are Still Here..?

 


I want to speak on the Giants, and who they were and where they went. I see a lot of videos on the giants, and the graves of giants, and stories of giants. What I haven’t seen is a logical path to the giants. Warning: I am a bible thumper, so that’s were I’m coming from.


So… What do we know. We know that the sons of God saw that the female among men were very attractive, and came down and mated with them and took to themselves wives. The result was a hybrid, resulting in a race of giants. Some of these giants grew way out of proportion, some to a height of thirty-five feet. These giants were feared and pretty much ruled over things, they were “the men of old, the men of renown.” They had many brothers and cousins who were not as big, but still giants by any measure.




Let us not shrink our picture too much focusing on the giants. Before the flood, about 1600 years pasted, you can bet there were a lot of people. And they were informed and industrious. They built cities, roads, farms, they had electricity, power tools, the whole bit. (Jesus said, “It will be like the days of Noah.”) Look around.


Now, when we look into the past, we go back about 4500 years in our written history. That’s it. Hummm… Yet we keep digging stuff up we claim is like 12,000 years old. We keep finding stuff that looks like it would have taken modern tools to create, and modern tools to even move. Now keep in mind, I’m a bible thumper, no such thing as cave men, men lived in caves true, but as defined in modern terms, no such thing as cave men. Same with dinosaurs, no such thing. They were dragons, anyone who’s gone through old dictionaries knows, the are defined as; dragons. We know they existed, the were defined in the dictionary, no to mention all the artwork and dragon stories. So dismiss all the cave man crap, cause it’s crap.





All these ruins we keep digging up are markers. God always leaves markers. If you’ve read the bible, then you know, God always leaves markers. These marker are to reminds us, indeed there was a judgment, and there will be another. The devil’s interest, is to make us believe a lie, what isn’t true. Thus the whole cave man story. Yet, what we dig up from the pass, doesn’t witness to that. Seems modern man, has always been modern man.




Back to the giants, The Men of Old, The men of Renown. There were not a lot of them, maybe a few dozen, male and female, but they ran the show. I think one controlled the water, one controlled the electricity, so on and so forth, and because of this, they were seen as god’s. According to Enoch, God sowed malice among them, and they began to fight among themselves, using their power against each other. The battle of the titans.


You see were I am going with this. These are your mythologies. The Sumerians, the Egyptians, the Greeks, the Romans, these are just retelling of the stories Noah’s sons brought with them across the flood waters. What does a person talk about? Who he is? What is that? It’s where he’s been, the things he’s seen, the things he done, the people he knew, the exciting events he was witness to. Noah and his three sons, and their wives were all grown up people at the time of the flood, so they were all witnesses to the events presiding the flood.




These are the gods of old. They are all dead. This is why God labeled them “The Men of Old, The Men of Renown.” Because he knew, their stories would carry on, and be retold time and again, and so he told us who they were, so WE would know, they were all dead.





Now, back to the giants. Where did the giants come from after the flood? Well it seems to me. It’s in the DNA. One of the wives had a giant in the wood pile somewhere along the line, and passed that gene on. That gene went on to become Goliath, who was 18 feet tall. God had the Jews wipe them out, (pretty much). But...what about the giants today. “What giants?”


We’ve got lots of stories about digging up graves of people who were seven, eight feet tall, with red hair. So…? I am 5’6”. I’ve had two friends who were seven feet tall. One of them, Mitch, use to ride with me in my MG. With the top down, he would sit on the folded top with his feet on the floorboard, his head and shoulder well above the windshield. I’ve also met a man who was eight feet tall, he was a trucker. They all had trouble buying clothes.


Let us not over look what is normal. Look at dogs for a moment. I had a little dog one time, she weighted six pounds, and I have seen dogs as big as a horse. Both dogs.


We are always talking about the giants, what about the fairies, the leprechauns, the little people? We ignore them.


People are just like the dogs. When we were divided up at the Tower of Babel, this DNA went this way and that DNA went that way, these people grew real big and these people grew very small, with everything in between.


I believe this accounts for the stories of the giants and the stories of the fairies, the leprechauns and the little people. I think as time has passed, we have inter married and moderated. The tallest of us now is about eight feet and the smallest is a little over three feet. But we are all still here.




It’s simply a matter of variety. God likes variety, look around, the birds, the dogs, the flowers, the grasses, and if you look close enough, you’ll realize no two are alike. Everything….is an individual. The grasses, the flowers, the dogs, cats, birds, the peoples, are all individuals. God is personal.


So don’t be looking around for what isn’t there…. We are all still here, and some of us are rather small, and some of us rather large, but we are all individuals before God.


Keep in mind, the ‘Men of Old, the Men of Renown,’ are all dead, and God Almighty is still sovereign.


George Henry Nichols

May 2026