Pig in a Poke

I think one of our basic problems is we quit telling our kids the fairy tales, as they were written, - no we had to fix them up and make them better. I remember back in 1980, I bought into the Jupiter Effect, it was a scare which stated that in 1982 there would be a planetary alignment of all nine planets, (before Pluto was demoted) and that the combined gravitational pull was going to disrupt life on earth.

Well it didn’t happen, and I realized, it was no more than a “Chicken Little” story. Global Warming is the same story, “Chicken Little!” Simply a matter of making myself important, by scaring you.

If you want to sell something, first you scare your customer, then you sell him a cure.

I knew early on that Bill Clinton was no more than “The Emperor’s New Clothes” and is the case with Obama, he’s running around naked as a jaybird, and everybody refuses to see.

I think we need to get back to the basic stories & philosophies so the people learn to recognize bullshit when it is presented it to them. Ronald Reagan was very good at using basic stories, like the “Evil Empire” speech, I know he was referring to Star Wars, but Star Wars is a basic story of good and evil that was popular at the time, and the people understood, and responded. No matter how well you dress up a pig, it’s still a pig! Hahahha!!!! It’s true.

George Henry Nichols

Solitude

Solitude

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from a voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all of your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

There are none to decline your nectar-ed wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain. 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox    

November 5, 1855        

October 30, 1919          

What to say?

What am I suppose to say… I write, I tell you… And it continues to crumble around you. It’s ‘Revenge of the Innocence…’ Mark my words…

This has nothing to do with politics… This has to do with right and wrong… My mother always said, “The path to hell is paved with good intentions,” and damn if she ain’t right… I am so tied of good intentions and do gooders,  I could urp!

It’s even in the Churches, political correctness has crippled the truth, you get a fiery good sermon, but mediocrity is the rule, ascetics and political correctness the practice.

To think the universe just is… Is like thinking you’re never going to die. It just ain’t so. Your reasoning is, “because time is in the universe, it itself is somehow timeless…” But the math points to a beginning and an end.” It’s everywhere… There is a chemical breakdown going on throughout the universe, one that can not be reversed or regenerated, as a result, the universe is like a candle, and will one day burn itself out. Poof! With no way of recovering the wax… It all went up in flames. And there will be eternal darkness and cold. No way around it. That’s what the math says. Now they theorize, pontificate and on and on about what they think…  and they stick in numbers and give you theories, for they are educated, and they know the numbers, the real ones, and the ones they made up…. or …’do they?’ The way things are made, “if it’s true here, than it’s true there.’ That is to say, if ‘2+2=4 than 4-2=2… ‘If it’s true there, than it’s true here.’ In other words, ‘a cold dark universe lies ahead.’

Now if we stick the biblical story into it. Adam sinned, and brought death into the world… And that’s what it meant, ‘into the world.’ Not only was Adam going to die, but the whole of it…(the universe) was going to die. Believe it or not, that’s what’s going on… That’s what we’re seeing. That’s what the math says.

Consider a fire in the backyard. You’ve got downed tree limbs, cutting from bushes, a pile of died out zinnias from the summer flower bed, and you have a nice little fire, and feed the flames one stick at a time. Soon, all that big pile is ‘gone!’ Where did it go? Up in flames… You have reduced that big pile to a tiny heap of ashes, and in time, that heap of ashes will be ambient temperature.

What do you think the sun is doing..? If it’s true here, than it’s true there.    ‘From ashes thou art…to ashes thou shall return…’

But what about the life cycle? What about it? We have now broken the DNA code, and what have we learned? There is no evolution, there is instead deterioration, the code is slowly but surely breaking down. Poof!  

Myths… funny thing about myths… There’re suppose to be made up? That is to say… not true… But there is a saying, ‘truth will stand the test of time.’ Greek Mythology…? “It’s mythology.” Then they find the city of Troy, and the story appears to be true. They find the site of Sodom and Gomorrah, and then Jericho; they have found the site of the Red Sea crossing, complete with chariots, ect…   So what’s true and what’s not? What about Atlantis? There’s a myth… comes out of the Greek mythology, Homer, Plato…

Then we have the myths of the dragons… Everybody’s got a dragon story, damn dragons are everywhere… Alexander the Great, Marco Polo, St George, who slay the dragon..?  Myth?

‘There is nothing stranger than truth.’ How many times have you heard this? That’s because it’s true… No single man can know or imagine the truth, so when a small bit of truth is revealed, it’s stranger than anything we thought.

Therefore the truly great stories are based on truth, because there is nothing more compelling than the truth… “Truth will stand the test of time.”

The flood of Noah’s day… Every ancient culture around the world starts at the end of a great flood, of which only they survived. Myth? Really? Every major culture? I believe the Chinese calendar may have begun at the end of the flood. If you take an honest look at the geological record, it screams global flood, a flood right around the beginning of the Chinese calendar.

Prier to the flood, the world was a whole different place… How different? I don’t know… But I do know, eight people spanned that flood in a boat… Those eight people saw it all… Those eight people were full blown adults when the flood occurred… Noah was the last strand of the true God handed down by Adam… Satan controlled man now, and corruption was consuming them…

Now let us consider; those eight people told their stories of the world prier to the flood, where they had spent their childhood and much of their lives. This I offer is ‘The Golden Age,’ and it was consumed by the sea… and so it was, right before their eyes, just like the stories say… and no one survived, save those few souls who told the story. The Golden Age is what God destroyed… A utopia, under Satan’s rule.

There is an old B movie called ‘Logan’s Run.’ Not really well done, terrible scrip, but it had a pretty girl in it and so I sat through it. That movie, through all these years has stuck with me.

Basically, it’s the story of a group of people who live inside a huge machine which provides for them. Makes them, grows them up… and then kills them. The cycle of life as seen by a computer… During the time you’re young adults, you can be and do anything you want, (except be a child or be old) when your time is up, your time is up. You’re dead. If you didn’t jump to your death like you’re suppose to, then ‘Logan’ hunts you down like a dawg and kills you on behalf of the computer. They made the world (as it was) look all hunky-dory, but void of any meaning, absent any purpose.. Well along comes ‘Logan’s’ turn to die… So he runs… and the hunter is being hunted… Well to make a long story short, he cracks the whole machine open and wa-la everyone is free with the discovery of a whole big world outside, how wonderful. (?) or so I thought… In the years since, I have watched you build just such a machine… Return to the Golden Age… Free of responsibility and free to be a jerk… Among the elite anyway.

Want to know what happened to the Golden Age? It’s the gas you put in your car, the oil you put in your engine, the plastics you wrap your food with… the coal you heat your home with and use to generate your lights… The diesel which plows our fields and brings our goods to market… This the world that was…

Satan wants you to long for the Golden Age; but he doesn’t want you burning the oil and coal, least you figure out where it came from… The more you study it, the more will be revealed… “The truth is stranger than fiction.” And all the while, the rebuilding of The Golden Age continues… at a fervor pace.

Satan has you by the balls people… as the new Golden Age rises. I not only speak to America, but to Russia, U.K. Ukraine, Japan, China and to anyone who read these words, Christ is your only hope. He was in the beginning, and he is now, and so it was, and so it shall be. 

George Henry Nichols

“The individual alone is accountable to God…”

 “The individual alone is accountable to God…”  This is the cornerstone of the Constitution, this is the “American Ideal.”     “The individual alone is accountable to God…”  It’s a plain spoken way of saying, “You are Sovereign.”  It’s your ass… on the line…

The constitution laid out the operating rules, and governing body of just such an environment, it spells out just what the federal government can do. The American experience is not about being protected by the federal government, no… Quite the opposite. It’s more like… not having the federal government there at all. That was the wonderful thing… And no it’s not fair…But considering the foundation… It was as fair as you were ever going to get. Each man on his own. And if you rubbed the locals the wrong way… Robbing their banks, raping their women, and killing their men… They would deal with it. We were governed locally… The laws were enforced locally… Crooked or not… Locally.

Basic rules of engagement…

I can say any damn thing I want….

I can respond anyway I want to anything you say.

I can print anything I want…

I can respond anyway I want to anything you print.

I am well armed, and ready to protect what is mine… and I recognize you are as well… I can form allies and companies... and I recognize you can as well. 

Ya don’t talk bad about nobody’s mother… (That's un American...)  

Ya don’t sit around and piss and moan about how poor you are, and how rich I am…(That's un American). I am my kingdom, and you are yours…

Ya don’t hustle a buck on a Sunday… In recognition of the authority behind the law...  “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth”.  (it's un American). 

Get it… We, the people fight it out… Us… We form our communities, with whom we like, with our ideas… With no federal Government to tell us anything!!! And we keep our own records… Let the cream rise to the top…

We can’t be murdering each other… Rule…

We can’t steal from each other….Rule…

Lie at your own risk…Rule…

You can’t be fucking my wife and raping my daughters….Rule….

Don't play by the rules, watch out! 

Otherwise… you’re on your own… and are of equal rank, under God.

 This is the only place were man is equal… Before God…. Otherwise, men are like the snowflakes, no two alike. Some good, some bad… But no two alike. Only by the law of God, can a man be judged… For man’s law, is what man wants… Can justice be found there..?

Please read my paper on Law…

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/06/law.html

George Henry Nichols 

9/11/12 Sovereign or Subject?

What are you doing this 9/11? As I have heard time and again through-out these eleven years and again today, “We have to remember how we felt.” and “America has not lost her resolve.”

Do these reflect your feeling? Is this what you are doing? Are you reliving those feelings? More important, are you doing what you are told by big brother, for he is the one telling you to do these things. I turn the crap off, it’s emotionally draining.

The ones who fought World War II did not remember how they felt! Instead they remembered what December 7th, 1941 meant! In hard numbers, and each man ask himself, ‘What can I do?’ Because we as Americans, being sovereign within ourselves, had no other question to ask.

And the scramble was on, and each man fell into his role, and the ranks of both the military and industry were filled almost overnight and a Sleeping Giant awoke fulfilling the words of Isoroku Yamamoto, “I fear all we have done is to awaken a sleeping giant and fill him with a terrible resolve…” Resolve, yes they had resolve, but which is more, they, as sovereign individual Americans, acted on his/her own, and found a place in the effort to exercise that resolve.

Are you getting my drift? One of the major differences here; we looked to the government, what are they going to do? We have somehow lost our American identity, ‘That we are sovereign within ourselves, and have the right to act accordingly.’

If you take a look at our overall history you will discover we are made up of many peoples, from many lands, England, Holland, France, Germany, Italy, Ireland, Greece and so many others. What did most have in common? Jesus Christ and the desire to live life by the Ten Commandments were liberty could be found.

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/08/what-is-liberty_27.html

Each group had to fight their battles to fit in, and they all carried the American flag because it meant I am Sovereign and I fight my own battles. And we all came to respect each other because we were all tough nails. This is a basic American Ideal, that you, the individual are sovereign. It is this idea that makes America such a flavorful country. Many places in Texas, you get the idea you’re in Germany or Poland or Mexico but always with an American flag aloft.

Good grief, New York City is a patchwork of cultures, I once went to a Greek festival in China Town there, I was amazed, everyone was getting along and having a good time. Each Group, above all else, was flying an American flag, for the American Ideals are the rue of this delicious stew we have made. This… ‘Is the American Dream.’ Not a house in the suburbs and a new car and a television and a fill-in- the blank. ‘It’s the very idea; you are your own man.’ This is why you fly an American flag, and this is why you take offense to anyone who doesn’t, because by default, they do not recognize your Sovereignty.

I’m telling you people the war has already begun;

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/06/war-inevitable.html

The truth of 9/11 is not what big brother is telling you, not how you feel about it, but what the facts and the numbers are telling you.

This is a religious war, or so they tell us. Wake up to that. Quit looking to your government for the solution, for they have none.

If you look at the facts, not what they (the media) says or how they present it, but the facts of who is being aggressive and who is under attack, this war is between Islam and The Catholic Church. John Paul II himself said we were in the last of days.

Now you can present your arguments against the Catholic Church all you want, but all you Christians know; if the Catholic Church goes down, you all go down! No if’s, no and’s, no but’s. You all go down. The Catholic Church finds its root in the year 33 when Christ himself said, “Thou art Peter, you are a rock, and on this rock I build my Church.” You sever this link, (and Satan knows it), the whole tree dies, for a tree can not live without its root.

We, as Americans have freedom of religion, another American Ideal. Not freedom from religion, but, ‘of religion.’ But only insomuch as they (any religion) respects our individual sovereignty. Even the Catholic Church flies and honors the American flag on US soil. Why? One; under the American flag, I am free to give my life to Christ because I am sovereign and not subject. Two; the American Ideals are Christian Ideals, rooted in the Ten Commandments, the path to liberty.

If a religion’s goal is to destroy our Sovereignty, (which God gave you) then they become an enemy of the state (you), no different than any other enemy, and should be dealt with accordingly.

So I say the question this 9/11 should be “Am I sovereign or am I subject?” What does 9/11 mean, to me, in facts and numbers? And to hell with how I feel about it, what am I going to do as the sovereign? I say, just like in 1941, ‘Stand alone.’ and if enough of us stand alone, we’ll have an army and they will know our resolve. This is what it means to be an American. So quit talking the talk, comes to grips with the truth, and walk the walk.

George Henry Nichols

As Panama Burns

From the book

The Life, Times & Adventures of

Sir George Henry Nichols

or

The legend of Captain Outrageous

As we were trying to regroup before the city, someone shouted "Smoke!" and soon many of the buccaneers were shouting smoke.

"Those damn cowards!" Henry was growing red in the face, "don't let them cowardice dawgs burn it! There'll be nothing to loot!" he shouted as loud as he could. "Don't let them burn it!"

And so we advanced on the city quickly, they had the streets barricaded, many with cannons, but no one there to man them, the city was deserted. Morgan sent Major Searle and some men down to the water front to stop any ships from escaping, and we set out to deal with the fires.

By the time we got across town to where it was burning, several blocks were engulfed. Henry started to try and move water to the fire along a line of men. I took some men and started working the houses not yet caught, and moving as much of the goods into the streets as we could. But the place was burning furiously, and consuming one house after another. With the forest being so thick and the ground soft, most of the city was built of wood, and burned quickly. One effort was made, using powder from a local magazine, to blowup enough houses in a block before the line as to create a fire break, but the wind was blowing and the hot cinders rose high into the air, carried along by the draft, raining fire over the whole of the town, starting fires, were there were no fires. We worked hard trying to get as much into the streets as we could.

By dark, it was a spectacle, made me think of the eternal flames of hell, for the fire was all around, stretching high above my head, licking at the sky, as though the whole of the place was ablaze, and so it was. I could walk about it, inspect it, and touch it, if I dare. I watched it burn, I saw it consumed, I thought of London, and how it must have been.

It was a shame, what kind of people burn their own city? Henry hadn't burned cities, we hadn't burned cities. There was no reason to think he would now, without cause, without looting it. This I failed to understand, they burned it themselves, to burn it just so we can't take it? Is this not despair, a loss of hope, for as long as it remained whole, one can hope to recover it, but to burn it, is to give it over. How can a city like this lose all love of its women, its children, how can the fear of a king erase all hope? The ancient City of Panama, the city of gold, the anchor of New Spain, the city of myths and tales of yore, and here I stood within it, as it is consumed.

This put me into a bit of a daze, spellbound by the towering flames, sweat dripping from nose, my chin, pouring from me, as though I were a pitcher. I stood there, half naked, my clothes torn to tatters, my spirit down. I had come half way round the world for this. High adventure, wasn't it? Boys dream of high adventure, don't they? And here I was living it, in the bowels of the great empire Spain, with its dead, like a sacrifice, spread out at the city gate, and the flames of an empire stretching towards the sky, in the City of Gold, Panama.

I had a strange feeling about my being, my presents, as though I was one with the moment, with what had happened, as though the moment here would be somehow larger, a space in time that would forever be remembered. ©

God of the Copybook Headings

AS I PASS through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.

We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.

We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place,
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its ice-field, or the lights had gone out in Rome.

With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.

When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."

On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."

In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."

Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.

As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wobbling back to the Fire;

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

Rudyard Kipling

1865-1936

Guns, oil, gas,coal & Church

People, quit bragging about your guns. Barking dogs don’t bite. If you threaten and threaten they will come take them, why? Barking dogs don’t bite. I know you think, it just ain’t that simple? But it is. It really is that simple.

Shut up about your guns! They don’t need to know what we have and where it is, and how good you are with it. Defend guns in the market place of ideas. Promote guns to your responsible friends, and promote hunting, a basic survival skill, along with a responsible approach to herd and flock management. Making good use of a resource that God gave us. But otherwise, shut up about your guns. Burn some ammo, support the people making it, maybe stock up a little, but shut up about it.

Speaking of resources, God also gave us our coal and oil reserves, and you’re going to let the devil tell you, you can’t use it. Coming up with a bunch of fancy laws and restrictions based on Idols… Wake up people.  If each man is a good steward, God will take care of the rest. Have some faith and take back your country, your coal, oil, gas, timber, and food resources.

Come on people, God gave us food resources  and resources for our machines, and the two do not compete. I can’t eat oil, and my machine can’t eat corn. (???)  Ever thought about that? Who, but the devil would put us in competition with machines, for food. Ever think about that. I find it curious. Its just greed and we all know it, yet we let it go on, and yet, we know greed is a tool of the devil and yet we let it go on. (?) . Now they want to increase it. Food prices again will go up. (?) Why?

Take you resources back, and tell the government to back off. Go to the polls and be prepared, then lead your politicians, don’t let them lead you. This is a Republic, they represent us. That means you tell them what to do. Get with it, and get rid of all this nonsense, hold their feet to the fire. Show up.  

If you’re really a bunch of Christians, then you know Satan is already defeated, but you have to stand up to him, if you are timid the he’ll be bold and destroy you. Little by little, one idol at a time and you’ll pay tribute, never even seeing it coming. You have to stand up to the devil.

If you’re one of those who believes, (yeaaa… I do. But I don’t go to Church, cause I don’t do that church thing). You will be the first to cave, because you have no community to fall back on for strength when challenged with false authorities. Start going to Church, pick you one out, stay away from the Mega Churches… Something fishy there…  Read the gospels, they will tell you how to find the Church. But pick you one out and start going.

Be generous with your Church, and then watch ‘em like they’re a den of thieves. It is your Church, Christ gave his life on a tree, that you might have the Church, so go and make use of it, it’s yours. Start doing the job government took away from you, taking care of the needy. Because I promise you, there would be a lot less needy and it would be administered in an effective manner, for a whole lot less. And a government bureaucrat would have to get a real job actually making something, and a Mexican would go home. Get it, trickle down culture. You do what’s right, and things fall in line.

Think about that??? If all those bureaucrats in Washington earning a living telling you no (again who does that sound like?), had to get a job producing something, labor cost would go down, Mexicans would go home… and the dollar would gain. Go to Church!!! It’s a win, win…

George Henry Nichols

The Battle with the Bear

First, if you haven’t read ‘The Real Problem,’ please go and read it first, otherwise this article will make no sense to you, because I am going to speak largely in the metaphor laid out there.

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/07/what-are-we-going-to-do.html

I am a man that believes in right and wrong, and that the devil is in the details. So I don’t deal too much in detail. What I intend to do is lay out a strategy.

We have to see to it there is an election in November, and we have to win it, big! We already know how the fox is going to vote, and we know how the rabbit is going to vote, so… that leaves the bear.

Our enemy is the fox and the bear. SO what do we do about them? First, we ignore the fox, for the time being, because the fox is evil. The fox is also small compared to the bear, and there are a lot more bears than foxes. So, we need to win over as many bears as possible. How do we do this?

Now I know you each have your favorite tar baby, and beat the hell out of them. But, when you beat up on someone, they have to defend themselves, natural law.

What did Jesus say about your enemy, love them? Yes. What else did he say about your enemy? “Agree with your enemy quickly”. What!!? Yes, he said agree with them quickly. He didn’t say go along with them, he said “agree with your enemy quickly.”

Back in 1936 a fellow named Dale Carnegie wrote a book called ‘How to Win Friends and Influence People,’ where he explained and developed this idea to the joy of many a salesman, and made many a salesman rich. Go and find it and read it, it’s a short easy read containing a wealth of information.

Stand firm on your convictions, but remember the language is a tool, view it that way, and make better use of it. Remember, in the film, the fox treats the beat with contempt, takes from him freely and presses him into service, while showing little respect for him. He has taught the bear a script, and anytime you argue with the bear, he knows just what to say, and he knows to say it loudly, growling the whole time. This causes you to go on the defense, and do no more than bark. Barking dogs don’t bite and the fox knows it. 

Quick barking, quit struggling. Agree with the bear. Why? Because the bear isn’t prepared for you to agree with him, is will shut his mouth and open his ears. Then frame your argument as if to praise his idea, while at the same time spelling out the truth. Most of the bears are conservatives, they just don’t know it. As you spell it out, he will realize that’s not what he wants at all. Thus changing his mind will become his own idea, and we are much more comfortable with our own ideas. Which is more important, winning the argument, are winning votes?

Also, if you agree with him, and talk about his ideas and what he thinks, you will be showing him respect and courtesy, thus you will be treating him better than the fox. Let the bear do most of the talking, let him get his ideas out, and interject just so as to bring out the truth of the matter.

I urge you, if you want to win this election, then we have to win as many bears as we can over to our side. Go find the book ‘How to win Friends and Influence People, and wash yourselves clean of the tar baby, and engage the bear.

Notice, in neither of these articles have I used the word Republican

My next essay will be on how to deal with the fox, and the Republicans 

George Henry Nichols 

THE REAL PROBLEM

What are we going to do or not do? That is the question. Depend on Politicians? Where, I ask, has this gotten us?

I ask you to watch the following film, at first it may seem a little silly, and you may wonder, what has this got to do with anything? But the truth is; this is the exact situation we are in.

Consider the rabbit; he is the conservative and/or the libertarian. He is happy, free and living his life as he sees fit, causing no one harm. Live and let live. He is interested in what is right, because what is right, keeps him free.

Now the fox is government and the evils of liberalism, he sees the rabbit and what the rabbit has and is envious, and he wants what the rabbit has for himself. But because of his envy, he can’t be the rabbit, so he set out to destroy (or consume) the rabbit. The fox is clever, sly and cunning, with evil in his heart.

The bear is the common democrat, who isn’t so clever and believes very little, and goes along with the fox because the fox promises him much. He is greedy and lazy more than he is envious.

Now in order for the fox to destroy the rabbit, he creates Tar Babies. Things that just aren’t right, things the rabbit can’t just pass by, because they interfere with the natural order of his freedom. (Abortion, Global Warming, Police actions, Pollution, Multiculturalism, Energy Shortages, Invasion (proper term for Illegal Immigration), Redefining Marriage, ect… ect… ect…

The fox is using the rabbit’s sense of decency against him, and the rabbit is compelled to put up a battle, but because the fox is sly, and the bear a brute with a big growl, the squeal of the rabbit goes unheard. So the fox is free to do as he chooses (evil) and prepares to consume the rabbit while the rabbit is tangle in the tar baby.

Notice also, how the fox treats the bear. The bear is a useful idiot, he takes from the bear freely to his own end; he ignores the bear and treats him with contempt, and presses him into service.

This is exactly what is going on today, we are the rabbit, and we are so tangle in the tar baby, the more we thrash around, the worst off we get. We have lost ever debate (tar baby), except the right to own and bare arms, and just how much ground have we lost there. (?)

Now you will notice at the end of the film, the rabbit quits struggling and listens to who the fox and bear are, and what they have planned, and he uses it against them, and thus a happy ending.

As you can see, they have blocked this video, not so much because it's racist, but because it tells you the truth of what they are doing, the real problem.. So much for free speech... Please refer to this link for the stories... Don't doubt for one moment, this man, Uncle Remus, a Negro slave, was filled with wisdom, and it's this wisdom they don't want you to hear.

 http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/06/emperors-new-clothes.html

George Henry Nichols

Revenge of the Innocent

You know? Revenge is a dish best served cold. And I have a feeling it’s fixing to be served up. I don’t think it’s going to be very pretty.

Here we are all in a panic over ‘Global Warming,’ New World Order,’ ‘Feeding the Hungry,’ ‘Contaminated Water Supplies,’ ‘Housing Market Melt Down,’ ‘Immigrant Invasion,’ ‘War on Terrorist,’ “Health Care,’ ‘Earthquakes!’ ‘Volcanoes Erupting!!’ ‘Giant Waves!!!,’ on and on and on…..

Details…. Just a bunch of details. There is an old saying, ‘The Devil is in the Details.’ Well… You know what? That’s true. My Mother always told me to view life from the bleachers, and beyond. Well, this has been kind of a curse, because I do, and few do. Therefore I never seemed to see what other people see. Often times in the short term, I would appear to be wrong, but it seemed, in the long term, I’ve been right more times than I can count. So… Let me tell you what I see now.

I see the coming revenge of the innocent. We know it says in psalm: 139.13 ‘You created my innermost being, you knit me together in my Mother’s womb, Your eyes saw my unformed body – All the days ordained for me were written in your book, before one of them came to be.’ Now if you ask me, this is a pretty heavy statement, something a God would say.

Now lets suppose, lets just suppose for the sake of argument, that this is God, and he did say this, to us, OOOOooo… Umpteen some odd years ago. In 1973, in this country, the Supreme Court ruled that a Mother could kill her baby before it was born, for lets say…. I don’t know??? Convenience!!!

And in the intern time, we have killed better than 37 million babies. Lets see… In that number there would be brothers and sisters, husbands and wives. (???) Lets see… 1973, the survivors are now what, fixing to be 40 years of age. They are in middle management, in Congress, both houses, huummm…. Of course they don’t realize they are survivors of a great whim of convenience, they never think that the reason they are unmarried is because the Mother of their wife or husband, found them inconvenient!!! They never think, I wonder if I had a brother, or a sister, no they never think about that. But I do know what they are thinking.

If you take a close look at ‘Health Care’ in it present form. It is Revenge of the Innocent, for the survivors are of age now, and the Hippies who all thought this was a good idea, are going to find themselves in the absurd position of being…. Dare I say it!!!! “Inconvenient” Which we all know… Is a legitimate excuse for elimination.

Yes, I think God is upset with us, because we let it go on and on…(details, details, got to get through the details). And you might say, ‘He is giving us just enough rope to hang ourselves.’ I think it will be just as messy, and just as private. My dear friends, ‘the chickens have come home to roost.’ ©

George Henry Nichols