sunset from behind the wire

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Saturday, April 16, 2016

Weekend Sermonette


Wisdom and inspiration for today's Weekend Sermonette comes from the backs of t-shirts. Because it's a non-denominational sermonette, I think that may be appropriate.


I saw a soft and delicate man who sings and acts for a living (he's also heterosexual, which I found odd) interviewed on television this past week. He spoke about how revenge is a futile and worthless practice. He asked people to disarm individually and nationally embrace their fellow men, open their borders to a few million military age Muslim males, and live in joy, sharing all that we have with (human lice) them.
I did a little research and was surprised to learn that he has not flung open the doors of his mansion to the homeless and the only illegal aliens he allows on the property groom his lawn, wash his Bentley and skim his pool. His progressiveness would seem to end at his locked front door.  When he steps on stage to sing, he employs rough men to stand between him and his throng of adoring fans. Curious, don't you think?
While that is a noble and sweet thought, all of the great powers on Earth maintain nuclear arsenals to maintain the peace. We have learned through long experience in America that an armed society is a polite society. I view the threat of revenge in much the same way as mutual assured destruction ended the Cold War and secured the peace.

I understand the fear that former Secretary of Homeland Security and famous lesbian, Janet Napolitano, had for returning veterans and retired peace officers. She put the threat that they posed to the Obama Regime ahead of that posed by Muslim Terrorists, which President Obama doesn't believe to exist.

You don't see veterans who have had millions of dollars spent on them to improve their skills at killing, doing harmful things do you? But it doesn't mean that the capacity doesn't exist either. And that terrifies progressives, and thirty-four year old, onesie wearing, pajama boys living in their parent's basements at night and "occupying" during the daytime, carrying the pre-printed sign that they were handed by their undisclosed masters.




A lot of people walk this earth as silent killers. They train to fight in the gym, on the range, and in the books that they read. Not only are they capable, but they're always ready. Preparedness is an article of faith to them.

They wear an invisible slogan on their foreheads that reads, "Be careful who you try to victimize. They may be a person who welcomes the chaos." Usually inner city people leave those people alone because they recognize that they (the thugs) are not the apex predators that they would like to be.




There is a lot of truth on the backs of t-shirts. And no, most of my shirts contain no wisdom. They're plain. But it doesn't mean that these slogans aren't meaningful.




We find ourselves strangely adrift in a comfortable world, surrounded by more than our fair share of weak men, who's biggest concerns involve fashion, social justice and who are looking for a better foamy/sugary cup of  $10 coffee. There is a reason that we feel unrest in that setting. We yearn for the days that rational people would consider the worst of our lives - days full of danger, poor food, little sleep, stress and fear. We yearn for these days, not because of a need to relive them, but for the feeling of once again walking among lions.

The worst of times somehow become the best of times when you're surrounded by men of substance, men you can count on, regardless of situation.

I'd rather suffer in good company, than live comfortably surrounded by delicate men. 


15 comments:

  1. It always bugs me that these wealthy liberals, with the most sincere and honest motivations, urge us to live and act in ways that they themselves would never think of living or acting.

    Such as the fat slob Rosie O'Donnell (The Donald's words, not mine, although I wouldn't flinch at owning them) yelling into bullhorns that guns kill, and that all guns should be only held by the police and not by citizens. And then she puts down the bullhorn and waddles away from the crowd, surrounded by a phalanx of heavily armed personal body guards.

    What on earth makes these liberals think that they know what is best for all of us, and that they themselves are exempt from their liberal nostrums? How does one think like that, and sleep at night?

    I will never understand the psychology of a liberal.

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    1. The liberal mindset when it comes to firearms is that only THEY should have them (held by their hired bodyguards). They are very nervous when someone outside the elite, and dare I say 'enlightened', circle is able to tell them "no" while holding a firearm.

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    2. So the liberal considers themself to be better than the rest of the Great Unwashed? And how exactly did that happen?

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    3. Look at the elitist universities, stocked to the brim with the high priests of useless trivia in womyn's studies, racial studies, liberal arts and art appreciation. Most of the political science professors are marxists and the economists are purveyors of keynesian economics. The philosophy majors roll in the dung of postmodernists doctrine.

      Pure science is still pure because it must be. Mathematics is self-evident. But I find most of those students are from foreign countries.

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  2. Thanks for that, now I'm inspired to head off to the range with a deadly assault rifle or two.

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    1. Crank off a few rounds for me. I hope you find that snake before it finds you.

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  3. Fredd - liberals don't think. They act and react on feelings and emotions. My commie (not too bright) brother feels good about himself after going and serving food once in a while at a free food thingy. The fact that the food was paid for by extorting money from the working class doesn't even enter his little pea brain. All that matters is that he feels good and, as a bonus, can sneer at people who "don't care."

    He attends fancy balls where he rubs elbows with the elite blacks of the community to raise money for a black community center. But, trust me, he would never, ever venture into the black gang infested neighborhoods in St. Paul (MN)

    I'm glad my mother and father are not here to see what he has become.

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    1. I am not going to take a shot at your brother, though many like him are soft headed fools, living in fear of micro-aggression and in the ultimate hope of social leveling by stealing from people who work and handing the purloined goods to one who does not.

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  4. Wimps want to feel safe and try to create social norms that protect themselves from those of us who are not strangers to violence. Of course, they don't mind using surrogates who will perform violence on their behalf.

    There is more truth in the first Mad Max film than all the liberal bullshit. Your first obligation as a patriarch is the defense of your kin, then your tribe.

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    1. Exactly.

      Goodness alone is never enough. A hard cold wisdom is required, too, for goodness to accomplish good. Goodness without wisdom invariably accomplishes evil.”

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  5. When there's a problem what do you want? When it's time to stand up and be counted what do you want? Man of substance *beats chest* Someone who is not afraid to jump into the fire. Maybe I'm a little old fashioned but I think a man should be strong, fearless and have balls or what is he about? Cool T-shirts. You can never have too much whiskey!

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  6. Great post and comments.

    Wish I had some useful insight to add, but I don't have the time as the wife and I are headed off to the range.....

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    1. Save a magazine of ammunition for zombies you may meet on the return trip. It's not a prediction, only cautionary.

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  7. I think it's really important to draw the line. Somewhere, the filtration system is important to fix the bigger issues!

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