Well, the government, the talking-heads, even your neighbors, are having a fresh conniption fit over firearms and their availability. As always, one should ask, cui bono? Who benefits?
For many of us, we spend much of the time informing these people of the gruesome human costs of tyranny, especially once disarmed.
Still, they wear you down. They call you a conspiracy nut. They tell you that “If these plans really were afoot, then it would be all over the news.”
They are so insistent, that, eventually, you begin to wonder if they are right. Even I have; just in the last week.
Then, I remember this article from a few years ago.
42,500. Institutions.
The next time you grow weary of the fight, start to doubt yourself, and start to think about taking that “Red Pill” and going back to chewing on your ‘steak dinner’. Just remember… FORTY-TWO-THOUSAND, FIVE HUNDRED INSTITUTIONS.
You’ll find your strength, again. I promise.
“… it would be all over the news.”
Those that suppose themselves to be our masters choose what we shall be told. When it happens to me, I take an overwhelming gut feeling, as proof, that the evil is so great, that it has yet to be spoken of. If you know, then you know.
They knew.
Not these days. The mainstream media is the propaganda arm, it’s the future Der Stürmer. Right now they are chewing conservatives, Christians that don’t want to bake a cake, gun-owners and people that are very concerned about who is coming into the country. It will get more vicious and larger. Repeat a lie often enough……
They knew. The large majority may have been peace loving and originally against it. Didn’t really matter, did it?
Nah, clearly all 42,500 are fictitious.
(/sarcasm! Put the meatcleavers, baseball bats, bicycle chains, and guns down!) Actually few peoples’ stupidity infuriates me more than a sincere Holocaust denier, someone who isn’t anti Semitic but just can’t accept that it happened. (The ones who deny it because they’re Neo-Nazis don’t fit into that category; hence, it’s their evil that infuriates me.)
As I sit here thinking about it, even a sincere denier will probably end up becoming anti-Semitic; he’ll start to wonder why Jews insist on telling this “story” and eventually–likely with the ‘help’ of real anti-Semites–come to ascribe nefarious motives to Jews…never accepting the possibility that the story is told because it is *true.*
When I see that picture it reminds me of this song and it makes me cry!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XNSsv86lsok
http://davidbcalhoun.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/schindlers-list-10-death-of-the-girl-in-red.jpg
I am not a fan of Spielberg because of his liberal politics but Schindler’s List is his greatest work IMHO and also one of the all time greatest movies I have ever seen, it is very hard for me to get thru it, I can usually make it to the part where Schindler drops his new ring given by those he has saved and is talking about; his car or his Nazi button or his lifestyle and how many more people he could have saved if he had only given those type of things up sooner.
Sometimes with movies you always have to wonder about what is real and what is added for effect but one thing I do think is real is how Schindler started as not a very good person and became a better person by his negative experiences and finally his seeing the light as to what is really important as a human being.
The scene with the little girl in the red dress is one of the most haunting scenes of any movie and how Spielberg makes those scenes in black & white with the only color being the little girl’s red dress makes it even more haunting, she is just walking around like nothing is happening and you wonder what happens to her until the later scene you have linked showing her being pulled from the mass grave, IMHO sometimes you can’t see the trees for the forest but when the trees are represented by a little girl the truth is so much easier to see methinks.
There are so many learning scenes in the movie another important one is when the Nazi’s has their line up of who’s guilty and a brave young lad points out that it’s the dead fella they just shot, saving someone else’s life.
We all must recognize that if given the chance it will be our children who can save liberty if only we can give them the tools (which is up to us), our generation has made such a mess of it that those of the future are truly the only hope IMHO.
One more time but this time in piano!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tnj6COmS4ow
“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 icefield, 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 neighbour 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 wabbling 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, 1919
We may have a chance to overcome those Gods if we prepare our children for them;
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Rudyard Kipling