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.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Voodoo Health Care

With a crucial vote in the senate coming this evening on Voodoo-health-care, sorry got carried away, Obama-care; thought I would repost an oldie relating to this story.

Sarcoramphus Papa
King Vulture
aka "African Yeswecan Bird"
Polemaetus Bellicosus
Martial Eagle
aka "Bird of Truth"

From deep in the heart of the jungle, near the slopes of Kilimanjaro came the cry of the African Yeswecan bird---freemed, freemed, freemed and the well tanned Witch Doctor of the illusive Libocrat tribe picked up the ringing calls of the Yeswecan bird as the great man strolled past the village elders who were awed by his mere presence and majesty. He had an almost god-like quality and a proud gate in his walk. The elders gathered round him waiting for his thunderous, all knowing words. And as he looked into the tiny pool in the village center he begin to speak, occasionally looking up at the mesmerized crowd who had gathered for his great words of wisdom. Then the words flowed from the magic pool to the mouth of the great Witch Doctor. The words were clear, clear as the sparkling pool from which they came. And all ears were in tune to the sounds of the great one as he echoed the crys of the Yeswecan bird---freemed, freemed, freemed. When nearing the end of his flowing words a mighty Polemaetus Bellicosus (the great bird of truth), was seen circling overhead and the crys of the great bird were heard by the elders---whowillpay, whowillpay, whowillpay. The elders fell silent!!

by Ron Russell
TOTUS
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