“‘Black lives matter’ was a noble phrase when it signified a demand for justice for blacks. Tragically, it since has been perverted and what once had been a movement of peaceful protest has descended into wanton violence and lawlessness that have taken their greatest toll among the most vulnerable low-income communities.” — Robert L. Woodson, veteran civil rights activist.

  • “While it might not be popular to say in the wake of the recent social disorder, the true plight of black peo==ple has little or nothing to do with the police or what has been called ‘systemic racism.’ Instead, we need to look at the responsibilities of those running our big cities.” — Walter E. Williams, professor of economics at George Mason University.
  • “Democratic-controlled cities have the poorest-quality public education despite their large, and growing, school budgets. Consider Baltimore…. It’s the same story of academic disaster in other cities run by Democrats. — Walter E. Williams.
  • “Our families have fallen to pieces: 75% of all black children are born out of wedlock, without a father. I don’t care how many social programs you have. You’re not going to overcome that. That’s where we, as black Americans, have to begin to take our fate back into our own hands and move it — stop crying racism.” — Shelby Steele, Senior Fellow, Hoover Institution.
  • “But there also comes a time when he must stop thinking of himself as a victim by acknowledging that… his fate is always in his own hands. One of the more pernicious corruptions of post-1960s liberalism is that it undermined the spirit of self-help and individual responsibility in precisely the people it sought to uplift.” — Shelby Steele.
  • “Please don’t allow yourself to be manipulated to believe that you’re a victim and that somebody else is causing all of your problems. The person who has the most to do with what happens to you is you. It doesn’t mean there aren’t any problems in life, but your success or failure in life depends on how you react to those problems.” — Ben Carson, a neurosurgeon, currently the U.S. Secretary of Housing and Urban Development.
  •  “The policies you [the Democratic Party] have implemented have been the figurative knees on the necks of my people for centuries. And it is because of you and your failed leadership that many of us still can’t breathe today.” — Damani Bryant Felder, political commentator.
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Most Americans know by now that November 3rd will be nothing other than the start of a hot civil war. The smart ones are planning for it. But responses are all across the board. Some refuse to believe it. Some think the communists will win and are trying to get on their side. They think the communists will win, because the police will keep the others from coming out to play. To some degree, they are right. As long as the police stand between patriots and the criminal looters and murderers, it will be difficult for law-abiding Americans to do their duty.

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The tiny hamlet of Lake Hill in New York State’s Catskill Mountains was my mother’s hometown, and her ancestors there, the Howlands, could trace their family history to its roots in Fifteenth Century England and to Bishop Richard Howland of Peterborough who officiated at the burial of Mary Queen of Scots in 1587.  During the next century, Henry Howland sailed to the Plymouth Colony in Massachusetts in 1623 to join his brother John who had landed there three years earlier aboard the “Mayflower.”  Some of Henry’s descendants then made their way across New England to the Mid-Hudson Valley where Edward Howland arrived in Lake Hill during the early part of the Nineteenth Century.  In 1910, Edward’s granddaughter Madge met and married a young Virginian named Julius Augustus Simpson who had just made his way north from Aldie in Loudoun County.

The young man, who most in the family always called Uncle Jules, established Lake Hill’s only general store and later became its postmaster.  As a child, I greatly enjoyed the tales Uncle Jules told me of his father’s exploits as a Confederate soldier during the War Between the States.  Few in the family actually believed those tales, but many years later while researching my various family histories, I found that Uncle Jules’ stories were all true.

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Democrats have re-invented Willie Horton America with No Bail laws, revolving door system of justice and Biden and Harris are all for it

In New York and across the country, Democrat-controlled stats have instituted “No bail”  laws that permit criminals go free after they commit crimes..  In New York, thanks to Gov. Andrew Cuomo, crime has quadrupled!

These are today’s Democrats who promise progressive leadership.  But, what does that really men? 

New Yorkers live in a state of terror because not only are they victims of crime, criminals that are no longer held in jail are free to taunt, terrorize, and even commit more crimes on the same victims.

That’s the promise of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris.  Safety is of no concern to them! 




Dear NFL Player:
The boycott is coming because of you and your league’s actions.
You graduated high school in 2011. Your teenage years were a struggle. You grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Your mother was the leader of the family and worked tirelessly to keep a roof over your head and food on your plate.
Academics were not a very strong point of yours and it was a struggle for you, reflected by mediocre grades.
The only thing that made you stand out at school was that you weighed 225 lbs and could run 40 yards in 4.2 seconds while carrying a football.
Your best friend was just like you, except he didn’t play football. Instead of going to football practice after school, he went to work at McDonalds for minimum wage.
You were recruited by all the big colleges and spent every weekend of your senior year making visits to universities where coaches and boosters tried to convince you their school was best. They laid out the red carpet for you.
At the same time, your best friend worked double shifts at Mickey D’s as college was not an option for him. On the day you signed with Big State University, your best friend signed paperwork with his Army recruiter.
Here things really begin to change for you and him. You went to summer workouts. He went to basic training.You spent the next four years living in the athletic dorm, eating at the training table. You spent your Saturdays on the football field, cheered on by adoring fans.Tutors attended to your every academic need. You attended class when you felt like it. Sure, you worked hard. You lifted weights, ran sprints, studied plays, and soon became one of the top football players in the country.
Your best friend was assigned to the 101st Airborne Division and was deployed to Iraq once and Afghanistan twice. During that time he was promoted to Sergeant and led a squad of young 18 year old plus  soldiers who grew up just like he did.
You shed your blood on the football field. He shed his blood in Afghanistan and watched his buddies and other soldiers shed their blood, give their lives, lose limbs and their innocence of believing all humans were kind and treated everyone as he wanted to be treated. 
You went to the NFL combine and scored off the charts. You hired an agent and waited for draft day. You were drafted in the first round and your agent immediately went to work, ensuring that you received the most money possible. You signed for $16 million although you had never played a single down of professional football.
Your best friend re-enlisted in the Army for four more years. You see he was now a combat tested NCO and he felt that if he stayed in he would be able to save the lives of the new recuits being sent on their first foreign tour. For signing he got a raise up to $32,000 per year.
You will drive a Ferrari on the streets of South Beach. He will ride in the back of a Blackhawk helicopter with 10 other combat loaded soldiers attempting to swallow their fear as they step off into the unknown.
You will sleep at the Ritz with a good bed, hot water, TV remote and  female admirers. He will dig a hole in the sandy ground, feel the grainy sand seep into his trousers and shirt; when he moves it acts like fine grit sandpaper against his skin as he tries to sleep. You will “make it rain” in the club. He has forgotten how many times he prayed for rain as the temperature reached 120 degrees.
On Sunday, you will run into a stadium as tens of thousands of fans cheer and yell your name.
For your best friend, there is little difference between Sunday and any other day of the week. There are no adoring fans. There are only people whom he is around as he goes out on his missions, knowing the non-combatant and combatant all look the same. Unable to recognize the enemy until they made the first move in trying to kill him and the men he feels responsbile for. Praying that he and his buddies will survive the first attack.
Every now and then, he and his soldiers get to leave the front lines and “go to the rear” in an attempt to get some relief from the continued stress of being in a kill zone area. Little didhe or his buddies know the mental stress of knowing death could walk in the door at anytime, would cause a unseen injury would be worse than any physical injury if and when he gets back home. He always felt lucky if he got to watch you play an NFL game.
When the National Anthem played he will jump to his feet, stand straight and tall, salute the flag flying on the screen. While you and your buddies would kneel at what you think is the unfairness of life in the United States.
He gives thanks to God every day that he has the honor of defending his great country’s way of life while deployed and still does it today.
To the players of the NFL:
We are the people who buy your tickets, pay for the expensive hotdogs and beers, we are the ones who watch you on TV and purchase your league clothing and accessories.
We anxiously wait for Sundays so we can cheer for you and marvel at your athleticism. Although we love to watch you play, we care little about your opinions until you offend us.
You have the absolute right to express yourselves, but we have the absolute right to express ourselves and boycott you if we wish.
We have tolerated your drug use, DUIs, your Domestic Violence, your vulgar language and your arrogance.
We should be ashamed for putting our admiration of your physical skills before what is morally right.
But my friend, you and your other players have gone too far. You have insulted our flag, our country, our military buddies, our law enforcement officers and our veterans.
You have and are living the American dream, yet you disparage our great country. You no longer deserve our admiration or participation as a fan and the sport you play has been defamed and devalued because of your actions.
I encourage all like minded Americans to pause a moment and take in just how ungrateful and immature you and fellow players are.
I am going to encourage all that I know to think about a boycott of the NFL for you no longer deserve any money from your fellow Americans .
When the money starts to fade away and the league can no longer afford you then maybe you will think hard about just how much you have insulted the majority of your fans and this great country that gave you the opportunity of a life time and you pissed it away.
To the reader of this article if you agree would you please pass this article along to all your friends and family.
Honor our military, some of whom come home on their last airplane ride called “The Angel Flight” with the American Flag draped over their coffin.


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  1. Toxic Deplorable Racist SAH B Woodman

    TY for posting “Dear NFL Player”,
    The last line hit me in Teh Feelz.
    I have never been in combat, never “seen the elephant”, never been to Iraq, Iran, or Afghanistan (came close a time or two), but I trained often enough for that possibility. I DID go to Saudi, arriving the day after the Kohbar Tower terrorist blowup.
    I was a “pog” (Person Other then Grunt), “in the rear with the gear”, Signal, one who repaired and often operated the commo. So our motto was, “You can talk about us, but you can’t talk without us”.

    I had often thought about sports people as overpaid jocks, but I was willing to tolerate their antics and personalities, as I watched for entertainment and sometimes awe at their physical achievements.
    But since HollyWeird and ESPN have led the charge downhill against western civilization, I have steadily lost interest in watching any major league/overpaid sports.

    Thanks for your postings. I don’t get to read as often as I’d like (still have to work to pay the bills), but what/when I do read, it’s well worthwhile.

    Toxic Deplorable Racist SAH B Woodman

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