One by one the progressive mayors and college presidents across the south have been chipping away at not only our heritage, but the honor of fallen heroes, many of who died in the great 'War for Southern Independence'. Actually those who would tear down these Confederate Monuments could care less about the statues themselves. It's not about these pieces of stone and bronze stained by the years. It's a power struggle between progressives and conservatives. I thought this was settled, a least for a short while with the election of Donald Trump. I was wrong, and now I fear we are on the losing side once again. Some of us are fighting back. The purpose of this blog is to inform you there is hope. We are attempting to raise funds to erect plaques honoring our fallen Confederate boys in gray. Plaques that will grace the town squares of small towns in the South where they will be welcome. Towns where the voters still have some common sense, unlike those idiots in the large cities and those poor lost young people in our universities. All denotations will be appreciated with the lion's share going to preserve the memory of those who fought and died in that great conflict.

Monday, January 11, 2010

A Stranger in the Land

Remember the old movies showing the first white man setting foot on the shores of the New World and being greeted as some long awaited god. Remember how this new stranger was exalted and worshiped by the natives of this new land, because of the wondrous things he brought with him and the great healing powers he possessed. The simple natives of this strange new land were in awe of this great visitor. And showered him with all manner of wealth and treasure and trembled in his mere presence.

Suddenly one day the natives woke, woke from their trance and saw this stranger not as god, but as an intruder. An intruder, who would change their world, their very lives and their anger was great and uncontrolled as they tried to drive the stranger from their land.

Obama is like this stranger in the land, a land he doesn't know, a land he doesn't understand, a land he doesn't love. The natives are slowly learning that this "god" is a mere man, not a man like them, but one who would change their world to his liking. And now they are preparing to drive him from their mist.

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