Perusing the $900 billion COVID-19 stimulus bill left me with few surprises. Billons for Israel and various Zionist objectives was to be expected. After all, we’re a nation with priorities. The other stuff was the usual crap a normal person would never think to waste money on such as cars for “federal HIV/aids workers” overseas, a feminist museum, and promoting sodomy in dilapidated countries.
When it came down to us, the people whom the bill was ostensibly intended to help, the allotment was only slightly more than The Million Dollar Man Ted Dibiase would offer hapless WWF fans to humiliate themselves on national television. “Look at all the poverty out here!” he’d laugh to his manservant Virgil. If Uncle Sam was a pro-wrestler, he’d be the cruelest heel who ever existed.
The thing that really got to me was an appropriation for an educational campaign on why it’s dangerous to store flammable liquids near a flame. I do appreciate the fact they refer to the targets as “consumers” rather than newly-imported Americans. Americans are a demographic afflicted with sickening cowardice and delusion whilst “consumers” are just here to pick the bones.
They can’t do that from a burn unit, so the bill does have a certain logic to it. Still, I find it infuriating that the caliber of consumers being imported en masse is so wretched that the feds now find it necessary to conduct advertising campaigns of the style the Australian government plays to urge its aborigines to desist from sleeping in the road or huffing gasoline. “You don’t sleep in the road. Roads are for driving, not sleeping.”
That’s the territory we’re in now. Consumers powered by brains so feeble they can’t perceive the folly of storing a propane tank in front of a fireplace. Minds capable of no more sophisticated logic than a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos. If such a concept must be explained to anyone but a small child, it will forever elude their grasp no matter how many desperate commercials Uncle Sam conjures magic money to produce.
I’m proud to officially announce my candidacy for the office of Dogcatcher.
Southerners also wallow in ignorance. Only half of that is the doing of Yankees, we did the rest out of pure sloth. We still don’t educate our children.
Spare me any “I home schooled mine” nonsense. For one you almost certainly used the same materials, at least in part that the Yankees forced on us and out money in the pockets of New York (((publishers))).
Secondly, the curriculum, a true Southern one, written by the most based, unapologetic, never reconstructed among us does not exist.
That’s our fault, nobody else’s.
The next time you feel the urge to look down on aborigines, take a walk down to the local meth house/heroin den and see all of our refined Southern women selling themselves to everyone and anyone, they also sleep in roads, so did Jesus, which if he was here to celebrate his birthday today, it would be in those drug dens with our girls trying to save them. Are we there? Those are OUR people and OUR responsibility.
We complain a lot, we judge a lot, but we do a lot less. Most of our people will be voting for the Party of Lincoln while they cut our throats because they don’t know any better, they have no idea what their own history is.
That’s our fault, nobody else’s.
Ha! Reminds of a radio spot that played for months here in “God’s Country” a couple of years ago. It was (ostensibly) intended to curb the number of instances in which hospital emergency rooms were being inundated with … cases that were non-emergencies.
If you’ve ever legitimately needed the services of ER staff after hours during the last, say, twenty years, you’ve no doubt run into this very problem – ERs being overloaded with human scum of all colors, shapes and varieties. This was becoming such a problem in Oklahoma that the state ran a spot for several months, as I said, which stated at the end, “And remember, Emergency Rooms are for … E-mer-gen-cies.”
I have serious doubts the spot served its purpose; as you say, anyone too stupid know the difference between an actual emergency and, well, a non-emergency, isn’t going to pay any mind to the message intended by that spot. So, once again, the state just wasted taxpayer money to put together and air that spot. Shocking!
Well Mr. Morris, had you ever been poor you would understand why that is. Its the law, its our healthcare that has been socialized.
You see, when you are poor, you don’t have the magic card that you receive for paying Yankees for the privilege of health, also known as insurance, or if you do, its very, very bad, covers nothing, probably not even one of the $35 asprins or $5000 ride to it that you are required by law to take there.
Had you been poor you would understand that we are forced to go to the emergency room, that’s where a doctor would be required tell you no matter how minor he may find your condition, its the funnel they pour us into. Its not like someone could just give him cash at a fair price for a medicine that they should just be able to buy on their own, for something they could treat themselves, by law he has to see you and write it on his magic pad, that itself is a major barrier for a lot of people who probably just have enough for the medicine, especially not when a cotton ball is $40
As a poor person who had chronic conditions throughout my life, I can tell you, its not the amusement park fun for us you seem to think it is to go there.
For example, I had kidney stones at one point, which may seem minor, but when you are misdiagnosed with Chrones disease, then IBS, then a list of other conditions and given powerful medications for diseases you did not have for a couple of years, then you might know why the scum of the earth were in the emergency room. I am glad I get to tell you instead of you ever having to experience it for yourself, I truly am.
I will spare you the details of the agonizing pain kidney stones cause for every second of every day, of rolling around on the floor of a trailer with no air conditioning in the Louisiana summers, not sleeping for more than a couple of hours at a time for a few years, can’t work obviously, a burden to your already impoverished family… it was a few bad few years for me.
So I spent a lot of time in the emergency room, scum that I am. I can tell you first hand, I had no desire to be there, laying in a Baton Rouge charity hospital in a giant room, rows and rows of us in beds next to each other half of which were handcuffed to the bed and guarded by inmate transport guards, or patrol cops for the gunshot victims and every one else that ended up in the funnel. There was a lot of screaming, I learned to bring headphones. At least once a week for years I would go, not that I could buy a car or afford gas money for the family that took turns dropping me off, I was walking the edge of my heart stopping from pain and stress, not really a decision I made or enjoyed, not a choice I would have made had I had options.
Emergency rooms are where we HAVE to go, there is no second option, there is no tier list of providers, its the law that we go to the emergency room, no matter that they all knew me there and my symptoms, that’s why they are crowded. That IS our doctors office, there is no second option, that’s how the system is designed, its where you are forced to go by law. Poor people know this, now you do too.
Once after a few years of this (YEARS OF IT) nightmare, unimaginable pain that never not once stopped or let up, a lady doctor noticed me beating my head into the cinder block wall (when you endure great pain for long periods you will cause yourself other pain to to feel a different pain for a little while to have some respite from the pain you endure normally, it may seem strange to you and I hope you never understand it) she kept looking at me. She yanked my chart from the admissions lady that was busy flirting with some of the correction officers, she read it over, looked at me and said, “you have kidney stones”. Just like that, after years of hell and tests, of my life falling apart, she just looked at me and knew. An hour later I was on my way to another charity hospital in New Orleans for emergency surgery, apparently I was about to die.
I am trying to keep it short, but you really need to understand the situation you are looking at and perhaps show those people some sympathy, they did not really choose to be there, the emergency room is the funnel we are all poured into no matter what the issue is, gunshot, prision riot, kidney stones, sprained ankle or the common cold, you go to the emergency room, there is no second option.
I went at least once a week, because by law they could only give me a certain amount of drugs, despite the fact that half of it was for serious diseases I did not have, the pain medication was not optional for people like me.
On top of that the “doctors” that treat us, are in fact students, we are the rats they practice their trade on, same for whatever faceless surgeon that removed the stones from me, same for the pharmacists that issued us our medicine, the technicians that ran the tests on me, everyone right down the line where not really of the profession they were performing, they were learning it, on us.
Its the Yankee world that has been trying to control our very ability to be helathy, that they have created over the course of time and the entrance to that world is the emergency room, there is no other door.
Have mercy on us, we did not create this, its not a choice we made and I pray if we were free, not the system we would have created.
This nightmare system is what they use to justify socialized medicine, just as they point to their disgusting farce of an economy and call it the failure of capitalism. That’s what you are looking at from the outside and I think you faulting our people, who are forced into something they did not create, is unfair.
I have noticed a certain harshness among us towards our own people, who have no friends in this world, who live in a manner not of their choosing and I do not understand it.
I mean its Christmas, our savoir was born homeless, in a barn, no doctors at all, he lived on the side of the road his whole life and look at the tone of this article and comments. I don’t know what I am seeing here, but it does not make me feel proud.
If we are truly seceded in our hearts and mind, then what does our healthcare system look like? I wonder.
Michael, I certainly do not believe Mr. Morris’ comment was meant to attack someone in your condition (although it certainly sounds like you have been seen/treated by below-average doctors if they could not diagnose and treat your kidney stones over a period of years), but instead was meant to point out, with proper disgust, the fact that many hospital ERs across the USA (and Europe) are flooded on a weekly basis by illegal aliens (and recently arrived Third World “immigrants” or “refugees”) who go to them for any cold, headache, scratch, or upset stomach that they, or one of their screaming babies, gets, instead of staying home and treating it. Meanwhile, an American citizen going to the ER with an actual significant health concern or problem has to wait in line behind these other people who (a) should not be in our Nation, and (b) should not be in the ER for a non-serious condition. They simply are abusing the health care system, and don’t pay for any of it. Instead, they are brought here as cheap labor (among other things), and all of the high societal costs associated with them being here (including the cost to treat them in hospitals) are passed on to the rest of us in the form of longer wait times, higher medical costs, higher insurance premiums, lower quality of care, etc. The profits from this labor, of course, goes into the hands of a small select group, who can afford the best health care available, and live far, far away from such diversity. The bottom line is this: The more diverse this Nation (and Europe) becomes, the worse and worse your health care is going to get (whether you are insured or not). You described a lot of that already in your experience being at a hospital facility alongside the worst elements of society — because society is being destroyed by their presence, and that naturally spills over into every aspect of life that Whites, like you, have to face in such areas, including, housing, education, public transportation, and medical care. Being White and poor in a diverse city is, by far, a worse case scenario.
It does not matter if we don’t even know what it would look like if it was not government run, which they all defacto are.
My God man, we are floundering. Our education and health are completely out of our hands, I knew I had kidney stones, as did my mom and I told them that every time I went to a doctor. But our medical system makes so little sense and is wrapped in so many laws that nothing matters. You are funneled into it and don’t actually have anything but superficial control unless you are extremely wealthy and even then you are still constrained by that system.
We all know its broken, but what does ours look like exactly? We keep talking about a parallel everything, and I would just like to know how our parallel healthcare system works.
Things like this are very important if we are trying to remain intact as a people, we all have to be in the same page about everything because its an ungodly mash up across the board. We have to be able to identify what is us and what is not, that will be near impossible for future generations if our sorry efforts don’t start to improve.
I may sound vexed at times, but its only due to the fact that I want to move on to the part where we actually start doing the things we all know need to happen instead of endlessly moving in a circle. Its like we are collectively the guys on “king of the hill” standing in a circle having the same converstions saying “yep” over and over but never acting on any of it.
Its just my frustration coming out, I want to be participating in those activities and conversations but I can’t seem to find them, not in any real sense anyway, no serious efforts made strictly by us. Hell, we have yet to define exactly who we are even as we are being flooded with people. Soon being Southern will be as meaningless a statement as being American if we don’t begin to act, in a serious manner and in accordance with who we are as a people.
Its all highly frustrating.