A Bit O Justice or Of Tar and Feathers

From the book

The Life, Times & Adventures of

Sir George Henry Nichols

or

The Legend of Captain Outrageous

The July moon was on the rise when our third attempt at an escape came to a blazing finish. The first attempt was a raft that appeared to be a fine craft, until we put it in the brine and found that it moved on the water, like a piece of cloth, that it to say, it was not at all rigid and soon worked itself to pieces.

The second attempt was a piragua, which we cut from one of the larger trees up the creek a little ways. It was a very large tree, which was felled with the carpenters saw. In fact we had gotten a good many of his tools from the wreck, including an adze, which was very useful in this endeavor. After the tree was felled, all limbs were trimmed from it and hauled away, and an area cleared out around it. It was decided how long the craft should be, the top then cut from it to give us the proper length. We removed the bark and were ready to hollow it out and to give it shape.

With much chopping and burning it was cleared out quite well which indeed gave us a right nice piragua of about twenty-five feet in length, and sitting about seventy-five yards from the creek we were to use to float it down to the sea. But with much effort, and all seven of us at the strain, could not budge it in the slightest. In fact, we couldn't even pick up one end of the damn thing. It seems in an attempt to pick a good stout tree able to carry all of us safely, we had picked one all together too large, for if the truth be known, the piragua lay in the exact place it fell as a tree, and was now no more than a monument to our enterprise. This was something Bob felt he had to point out time and again. 'Pick a tree, the King's own army couldn't move, and shape it into a canoe, wit'out ever realizing it's too 'eavy. What bunch of dunderites are you.' This didn’t set well with those who had done most of the work.

I should point out all this work did pay off in one respect, our living quarters had improved greatly within the pail, as our huts grew in size and tables and chairs were fashioned, though they were crude, for none of us proved to be a carpenter, something Bob found joy in pointing out, most all the time, 'you dunderites couldn't build a chair if it fell out of a tree.' I began to sense that the bunch of us were just about to give Bob something to repine about, he liked it so much.

I, being quite the youngest of the group had little to say, mostly because I wasn't heard when I spoke, spent much time up one of the shoreline palms as a lookout for ships, and was part of the hunting and gathering party along with Willie Wimmer and John Blanchard. The other four did most of the work on the vessels, except Bob who was too busy telling us how it was all but a failed effort, 'We'll all drown, do all this work, build our ‘opes, then we'll drown, you'll see, you'll all see!'

On one of the hunting excursions, shooting small chicken like birds, which had made quite good eating, we ran across the ship's long boat. It was beat up a bit and half buried in the sand, but otherwise appeared to be all there. So John, Willie and I dug the sand from it, in order to free it up and have a closer look, and indeed, it appeared to be in right fine shape. So finishing our hunting, we returned to the pail with the good news of what we had found, along with a good many birds and some fruit.

With the word we had found the ship's long boat, there was much mirth in the camp that night, a bright, cool night as I remember it, with the rising June moon. The birds were roasted and the fruit passed about while we spoke of Jamaica. "Bah! We'll never see Jamaica, tis our fate to grow old and die 'ere on this God forsaken sandbar, you'll see, we'll all see!" Bob kept insisting, he reminded me of that dreadful bloke on the Wizard, and who met his fate in the maelstrom. I thought what an appalling way to view life. For the most part he was ignored, and he shut up for awhile after Lt. Chester told him, "Pipe down ya ole goat for I 'ave ya on a picket and roast ya up for the rest of us to eat, then we'll all 'ave a lit'le peace, and a bit of ole goat, hey." With that, we all did a little cheering, and had a good laugh at ole Bob's expense.

So the next day started our third effort to build a means of escape, except this time we didn't have to build it, just repair one the good Lord had chosen to bless us with. It took all seven of us to carry her from the beach, which was about three miles to the north of the southern point, back to the pail for repairs. She was about seventeen feet long and quite the heavy craft. I for one never dreamed it would be so heavy, it was no wonder we couldn't move the piragua.

The main problem with this craft was it had dried out, and there were gaps between the planks, and it leaked as though it wasn't a boat at all. To remedy this, we brewed up a vat of pitch, which we made from the sap of one of the local trees, which had a very sticky quality about it, and appeared to inure with age. We used this pitch along with coconut husks to make a caulking to fill these gaps between the planks, and seal the boat up. We had her bottom’s up across two logs so we could see and seal all the leaks there along her bottom.

So, after a couple of days, we were just about ready to put this boat in the water for trials, and if it held up, the plans were to rig it with a sail and rudder in order that we may determine a course, which was most desirable, for otherwise we would be at the will of the sea, or we should have to row it to Jamaica.

Bob, while stirring the pitch, was again telling us how this boat would never carry us all, and that we would most likely drown at sea. When he pulled the paddle from the mixture, he dragged a bit of the pitch into the flame, instead of scrapping it from the oar, as we all knew to do. This of course set the oar on fire, which gave Bob the fright. He began to run around, swinging the blazing paddle about in a most disconcerting manner. As he came around the vat of pitch he tripped over one of the tripod legs, and fell face first into the sand, sending the blazing oar flying thru the air and onto the boat, which set it to flaming right quick, for it was covered in fresh pitch, and burned quite hot indeed. All efforts to put it out failed, including water, which seemed to just roll off of it as though it were a blazing duck.

This upset all of us quite, and David Mitcham shouted, "you dunderite, I'll 'ave your 'ead I will, I'll not stay 'ere with the likes of you." Then picking up one of the swords, made a move for Bob.

That's when Chester stepped in and said, "Now David, we don't 'ave to 'ave 'is 'ead"

Then William said, "Let's tar 'im up like a big bird, and see if 'e don't suit us better!" Everyone froze, this idea played well, as they all mulled it over, I didn't know of what he spoke, but I could tell the rest did, and it appeared to suit them quite.

Then William looked at me and said, "George, go and get t’at sack o’ feat’ers in the ‘ut, we goin' 'ave some justice we are!" So I ran to the pail and got the sack of feathers, (from all the birds we'd been eating), as I did this I heard Bob start screaming. When I returned, they had him stripped down to nothing and was smearing him with hot pitch, Bob for his part was screaming and trying to put up a struggle, but they were angry indeed and not to be denied. When they had him covered in pitch, from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, they hit Bob with the feathers, and the feathers stuck to him fast. By the time they turned him loose, he looked a bit like a battered wild goose, truly an amusing sight he was, as he ran about screaming what a bunch of heathens we all were, and this put us all in a better mood, save Bob, as our third attempt came to a blazing conclusion. ©

George Henry Nichols

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

Fair = Envy The New Normal

Now understand, everything I write, I write with a Christian heart, but we are at war, and sometimes it may not seem that way.

First I want to talk about Love. Love is not a feeling, Period. It is a way of life, it is in what we do and say. That doesn’t mean we are always nice people, it means we uphold the precepts of Our Lord. Let’s not forget, Christ called the teachers of the day ‘Vipers’. Why, because they were teaching others to their own benefit. The only profession he criticized was Lawyers, because they wrote the law to their own design, instead of a reflection of God.

By calling the Pharisees ‘vipers’ you might say Christ was calling a spade a spade. Should we not do the same?

The entire Democratic philosophy (communism) is rooted in the sin of envy. To want everyone to be the same because its fair, is envy disguised as fairness. That simple. Now I know the pundits go on and on with lots of fancy talk, but the laws put forth by Our Lord are easy to understand. If you haven’t read the gospels lately, do so.

Thou Shall not steal. Pretty basic, you can’t just take what belongs to another. If you think about this for one moment, there is a direct default. If you can not steal what belongs to another, then without question, you have the right to possess. And if you aren’t willing to defend it; then do you really possess it. Therefore what we call capitalism is no more than Thou Shall not steal.

The Founding Father’s understood this, and this is why private property rights were so important to them. This idea assures there will be a wide variety of people doing a wide variety of things for the good of all. Much like nature, there are no two snowflakes alike, nor two flowers. Why in the world would we want to go against such wisdom? For doesn’t man like to say, and rightly so, ‘Variety is the spice of life.’

They will try and say, the love of money is at the root of all evil. This is true, Christ did say this, but examine this statement closely. He did not say money was evil, an object cannot be evil. Not possible. Sin is personal. The love of money is at the root of all evil. In another word, Envy.

Now if you have read my blog on money;

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

Then you understand that it takes time and effort to generate wealth, and money is a way of trading your time and efforts for the time and efforts of another. Money represents your time and effort, so any money given to those who would destroy you, is no different than you destroying yourself. And by the same token, would not God see it that way? That your efforts are to evil, by default, after all, it is your time and effort, the money a simple a marker.

Do you know the history of the Soviets, of The Third Reich, Cuba. You can save it, you can hide it, that way it will be available when they come and take it. You can appease the beast, that way he eats you last, but be assured, he will eat you. If you do not know these histories, then study them NOW.

So I say to you, put your money to use fighting the beast, do good with it now, and with a victory, it may be restored to you, simply because that’s the nature of capitalism. But if you try and preserve it, well??? You know what the gospels say.

Our enemy grows bold, because we are timid. Why I ask are we timid? Do we not profess Our Lord Jesus Christ, do not the Jews profess his Father, again I ask, why are we timid? If you have read my blog on the First Commandment;

http://thebiggalootfrom.blogspot.com/2012/07/first-commandment.html

Then you realize we are granted the authority to hold the envious accountable, and indeed are expected to.

It’s time to be offended and insulted and loudly, in number, not in our own defense, but as witness to Our Lord, and in defense of our wives and our children.

As to you lawyers who claim to be conservative, find an Obama supporter who now regrets it, and sue the hell out of the networks and papers who misinformed them, for was not damage done? Was there money not lost, because of this neglect? And do it pro bono. Do it, because it needs to be done. The people hold the press accountable, not the government.

We have to do these things, for the chains of our slavery or now being forged. © God Bless you all.

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

Girls = Liberty

I would like to address the very basic foundation of civilization. Women. Do you think this is strange? Let us consider, and go back five hundred years. The new world was discovered, first here were the Spanish, then the French, and then the Dutch, and last on the scene were the English.

Why were the English so wildly successful? Because they brought their own women. The Spanish, the French, the Dutch came to rape the land of its riches and return home, but unable to resist the temtation of the local women, and considering them no more than animals, treating them with no respect, took up with them and turned them into whores and littered the countryside with bastards, and thus entrenched this idea into local cultures.

I ask you, who is going to fight and die for whores and bastards? Who is going to stand and build on them? While the English brought their own women, their wives, their daughters, the ones they loved, treasured, respected. Women who would give them futures, women worth building for, worth protecting, worth dying for. Women who grew into families, farms, companies, dynasties, and by 1776, country.

Yes, that’s right, when one speaks of love of country, when one is willing to die for country, what the hell do you think he’s talking about? His women! His mother, his wive, his daughters. This is what motivates a man. Ever notice the nose art of WWII combat planes, the vast majority were depictions of women. Why? Because that is what they were fighting for. Look at South and Central America, they are stagnate, why? Because of the legacy of bastards left behind by the Spanish, the French and the Dutch.

You focus in on any dynasty down there, and it is rooted in family, but there are few of them. Now look at the United States and Canada, it was built for and on the love and respect of the treasured woman. It used to be entrenched in the culture, the idea of the Lady, and the Gentleman who loved her, this common among the poor and rich alike, causing an upward trend in the culture as a whole.

If you doubt me, take a look at the world, take a look at history. The Greeks, the Romans, loved and adored their woman, the English, on who’s soil the sun never set, at one time, developed it into the idea of the Lady and the Gentleman who loved her, and was this not embraced by all the classes, did not every woman aspire to be a Lady, and every man a gentleman.

Look at the fall of these empires, they crumbled right along with the families as the attitude towards the woman changed. Look at Africa, they have never done a damn thing, and they consider their women slaves and cows. Look at the Arabs, who we fight today, they do not even allow flowers in the field, they cover them up, and hid them away, and they are barbaric people, a culture of death.

So think hard, and consider what I say before you dismiss it as old fashion thinking, for wasn’t it old fashion thinking that gave us the Greeks, the Romans, the Great British Empire? In the forties, we had to fight the evils of Germany, where Hitler viewed the woman as a source to build an army, go and read the ‘Rise and Fall of the Third Reich’, as see if what I say is not true. Look at Japan before and during the war, need I go on?

I hear you cry out for freedom, liberty, justice, but why is it you want these things, so you can go on treating women like candy, to be eaten and consumed, and discarded when they grow old like expired milk, littering the countryside with bastards, creating girls with no morels so you have a new crop of candies to be consumed and discarded. I promise you, the men who died to give you these things, freedom, liberty and justice did so for their women, so they could love them and adore them and grow them into families, farms, companies, dynasties, country. Do you think you can secure freedom, liberty and justice when your motives are to rape, molest and destroy? There are three things that motivate a man, food, sleep and sex, and sex is the greatest of the three. Woman. Think about it.

So if you are concerned with the New World Order, the loss of democracy, the poisoning of our water supply, the abuse of monopolies, then I say to you, go home to your wives first. Give them the love and respect they deserve. If your wife is estranged, go and find her, tell her you are sorry for being a fool, and take her back in, care for her, provide for her and respect her for the gift that she is. Love your children, teach them, take the time to tell them the stories, Chicken Little, The Emperors New Clothes, The Tar Baby, Cinderella, Rumpelstilzchen, The three Little pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, ‘you don’t dress your pretty little girl up in a nice red cape and hood and send her out among wolves, they are going to eat her!’ No wait! Maybe you are the wolves?

Wake up! If you have littered the country side with bastards, go, gather them up, tell them you were a fool, bring them home, love them, teach them, tell them the stories, and if you do not know the stories, than learn them, maybe you might do some growing. Do not use the updated politically correct versions, go back to the original stories, the ones with the bite, the ones that taught life’s lessons.

Let me ask you, do you have a home? Or a house? If you are in a fox hole, and a woman is next to you, who are you fighting for? If you are working in a factory, and a woman is working next to you, for whom do you work? If you are a leader, with a fine suit in a tall building, and a woman is next to you, leading, for whom are you leading? If the women are going to fight for us, build for us and lead us, why not stay at the house and watch the TV and drink beer? Look around, just what is it you see? You can cry out for freedom, liberty and justice, but you will never secure it, if you are not motivated to get off your ass and act!!!

Food, Sleep and Sex, a good women will motivate you to do, whatever it is that needs to be done, for a cherished woman is worth dying for. Let us not forget, that is the price.

I can hear you now!!! Belly aching over it is her own damn fault. She is the one who wanted a job, a career, who wanted to be more. Yes, I can hear you. Well I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it is your fault. You failed to celebrate her, instead you went on and on about how important you were. How you had to go to work everyday, how you had to bring home the bacon, how she would be nothing if it was not for the man. Yes, I can hear you.

Let me ask you again, do you have a home, or a house? Who is rearing your children? You? Your woman? Or the schools, the day cares, the after school programs, the gangs, the government? Think about it. Who is going to care for you in your old age? The children reared by the schools, the daycares, the after school programs, the gangs, the government? Or the children reared by your wives, who love you? Answer me, I implore you. Tell me, I want to know.

Who are these kids going to love? Remember, there are three motivators, Food, Sleep and Sex. Who are the children going to love? The ones that fed them, that provided their shelter, which taught them about life, right or wrong.

If you give up your wives, if you do not recognize how important she is to the culture, as a woman, as a mother, as the temper of community, if you do not celebrate their importance, and love them, provide for them, protect them, then you also give up your children, and they are the future.

You threw out these old fashion ideas, and here, now is the future you reaped. Look at it. Seems to be the same one you are bitching about. The same one that seems to be bound to enslave you, to destroy you, to bring you to your knees.

If you think these kids do not resent being reared by the schools, the day cares, the gangs, the government, then why is the future what it is? Yes, they resent it, look around, and Wake up! It is indeed the man’s own fault. I implore you, think about it!

You know, when I was a kid, I would come home from school and my mother would have a piece of fruit or a candy bar waiting for me, sometime during the day my bed got made, she would ask me how school was. If I was overly cheerful, or melancholic, she would ask me why.

This was the rule throughout the neighborhood, mothers were at home. So there was very little I could do that my mother didn’t know about. I fell out of a tree once, some 12 feet, landed on my back, knocked the wind out of me, and I was having trouble catching my breath. One of the neighbor mothers saw it, did she panic, call 911, no. She grabbed me up by my arm, dragged me home, and knocked on our door. She told mother what happen, mother grabbed me up, had a good look at me and said he’s alright Smitty, want a cup of coffee?

That was that. I learned, just because you fall out of a tree, it is not the end of the world, if you are not hurt, then get over it. My brother and I were out once goofing off, and I broke my arm, did we panic, call 911? No. We went home, dad looked at it, said, ‘Yep, it’s broke’, and took me over to see Doctor Parker, he fixed it, right there in his office. Told dad how and when to take the cast off, told Dad not to bring him back unless something is wrong with him. Neither time did mom nor dad get upset, its just life. I learned that day, even if you do get hurt, it’s not the end of the world.

At no time did I feel unloved. Dinner was always on the table when dad got home from work, and we sat down together as a family, and we had dinner conversation. Many things were discussed over dinner, when dinner was over, dad instructed us to thank mother for dinner. When it was time for bed, mother always tucked us in, and helped us to say a pray to thank God for the day, regardless of how it went, and then she would tell us a story. At the time, I just thought it was a story, but today I find I apply those stories on regular bases.

When I asked my father a question, he would ask me 10. It used to frustrate the hell out of me, but looking back on it I realize, he was teaching me to think. My mother would tell me, do what your teachers say, don’t give them any trouble, or you will have trouble double when you get home. But… When they start jumping off the cliff, you come home.

I would asked about something, and I would say, well Joe says this, and Randy says that, and mother would ask, what do you say? What do you think? Don’t let Randy and Joe do your thinking, consider what they say, but do your own thinking.

Dad taught me how to fish, how to hunt and handle a gun in a safe manner, he would say, don’t ever point a gun at anyone unless you intend to kill them, because if you point a gun at them, they are going to kill you. You don’t point a gun at someone and pull the trigger to kill, you do so to stay alive! He taught me how to dress game, from the hoof to the dinner table, how to grow a garden, how to take care of myself, when nobody else would.

He taught me how to be a team member, how to do my job to the best of my ability, so even if the team lost, it was not my fault. He taught me to be a gracious winner, as well as a gracious loser. He taught me to treat every girl as a lady, as you would treat your own mother, for she is the mother of tomorrow, and being a mother is the most important of all jobs, for in the hands of mothers is where the future lies, it is why he went to work every day. At the time I did not understand of what he spoke, but now I do, the children are the future, and they are who rears them. So again I say, you fear one world government, well go home and tell your wives you love them and rear your children.

So do you doubt me? Who is feeding your children, KFC, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, Alfie’s Fish and Chips, Who? Who is making their beds? Who is helping them with their home work? Who is teaching them about love and sex? Who? I want to know? Who is teaching them about life? Who? Well, I can tell you, if it is not their Mothers, then money is feeding them, if it is not their Mothers, then they are sleeping in unmade dirty beds, if Mother is not helping with their homework, then how do you know what they are learning?

If their Mothers and Fathers are not teaching them about love and sex, than who? The Government, that’s who, and they are leaving out the part about love and teaching them to masturbate, passing out condoms and telling them to go for it, and if you accidentally make a baby, that’s okay too, we will just suck it right out of the girl, and everything will be alright.

And you wonder why the world is what it is. The world is what you made it. You reap what you sow, take a look at your crop. You wonder why children have no sense of style, why the tattoos, the piercings, the crazy hair, the lack of manners, common curtsies, concern for others? Wonder why they are resentful, filled with hate? Are you wondering why? Again, tell me who reared them? You wonder why they love money? Who fed them, really? Was it money, or mother’s hand. Tell me, I want to know!

You know there is a big health care grab going on in the US right now, know what that’s about? I do. And it is not going to turn out very well. If you were smart, you would buy stock in funeral homes and cemeteries, because they are fixing to use health care to bury the hippies, who sowed this crop. People, the chickens have come home to roost.

So, to put it buntly, if you want to fix Global Warming, Clean up the water, solve energy problems, clean up the oil spills, bring government back into line, restore the Constitution, improve the schools...ect..ect...ect..... Then we must quit killing our babies before they are born, and put our women back on a pedetal and celibrate them for the gift they are. ©

You Want Fair?

          Fair? What the hell does that mean? It’s a word that has come into use to replace equal, a word communist use, they think everyone should be equal, I mean, it’s only fair… (?)  After all, our own constitution say’s, ‘all men are equal,’ but just like bible thumpers, they leave out, ‘under the law.’ Now don’t get me wrong… I love the constitution, I think it is the greatest government document ever written, but it is not the bible!!! And nowhere in the bible does it mention all men are created equal, nor does it refer to the idea of fair.

          To think we are equal is folly, (to lie to one’s self), and yet we buy into such crap on a daily bases, never really thinking about it. Right off the bat, we don’t look alike, we have tall people, short people, pretty people, ugly people, fat people, skinny people, white folks and black folks, those who can sing, and those who have to carry a tune in a bag, we have leaders, and we have workers and we have everything in between!!! Do we want the workers leading the county, and leaders doing the work? Do we want those who sing like the neighbors dog, singing to us? I ask you? I challenge you to think about it.

          But some people make to much money…!!! I have never had someone put a gun on me and say give me your money. No, I usually take my money willing to them and ask for what they are producing, because I want it. If I limit how much money that person can make, then how long is he going to produce what I WANT!!!

          If a person is a visionary, then he is going to try and bring his vision about, thus creating work for the workers, but if I put the worker in charge, because it’s only fair, then tell me, what will I have? Think about it, Stagnation and coffee breaks. Come on, be honest with yourself, don’t believe me…. Think about it…!!!.

          But what about all those sad stories out there, those poor ole folks who can’t make it, or this, or that, but what about??? Well I have sad story too, but I don’t go around bragging about it, mine story is sadder than yours, oh my, piss and moannn… It’s become a cultural pass time, the problem is, we believe all this crap because it moves us emotionally, well so does music and movies and bloody soap operas… STOP, get off the emotional Farris Wheel and bloody think about it…!!!

          I know; I can hear you now!!! Well, it’s not that simple… But, yes it is. But that’s not fair!!!! If you want fair!!! Go to a baseball game, when the ball is hit, crack!!!!! It is either fair, or foul… That simple. ©

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