Like a Rock Rolling Slowly to the Edge of the 2017 Cliff

Well, got through Christmas.

New years coming, just days.

This year is tuning into history.

Bad history!

All the evil of the zionist, all the baby raping, all the stealing, all the killing. All the lying! All the pure de 100% USDA grade bull shit!

Every damn day!

2018, must be the Year of the Great Zionist Hunt.
They must be fearing for their stolen wealth, fearing for their freedom, fearing for their lives.

First for the ignorant, zionist does not equate to a Babylonian Judaic death cult member. Trying to associate the two as the same is a bull shit tactic to spread the blame for their crimes, their evil, to all judaic cult members. The evil baby raping sons of bitches, hide their evil behind a group, trying to include the individuals, which although belonging to an evil cult, do not have a clue what is going on, that they are being used as cover for crimes.

There are Christian zionist, my mother was one, tried to infect me, did infect most of my siblings. That is the reason i understand zionism so well. Thats why i can pick apart a zionist bull shit, and shove it right back up their stinky asses.

Now the Caveat is done, zionist pigs i know you for what you are, try Fking with me, and i will shove your drivel right up your ass.

Now can get back to that rock, teetering on the edge of a terrifying drop off.
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Pedophile Who Raped Baby Found Dead in Cell With Penis Cut Off-Neonnettle

Wonder if Britain would loan some of these prisoners to American prisons, they seem to understand pedophilia.

Perhaps, there could be a wall built around Washington DC, then put the British prisoners inside the wall, with sharp knifes.

Be one way to clean up the Pedophile USA capital.

John C Carleton

Confederate Night Before Christmas

i take this from a book written by Mark Vogal, a true Southern Gentleman.

If you would like to have one of the books, i will try to find where they are for sale. Bought mine at a Sons of Confederate Veterans meeting.

This one goes to my oldest grandson tonight, with an inscription of personal family losses in the late war of Southern Genocide at the hands of the evil war criminal United States.

Forget hell!

God bless the memories of my cousins, my great great uncle, died defending against evil invaders in that evil war of northern aggression.

God bless the memory, of General Robert E Lee, a great man, and a true Southern Gentleman.

God bless the memory of each and ever Confederate soldier!

John C Carleton

Confederate Night Before Christmas:

By Mark Vogl

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the camp
Only a sentry was stirring, it was dark, cold and damp
The Cannons were parked, rifles stacked with such care
In hopes the yankees wouldn’t soon be there
Johnny Rebs were nestled all snug in their tents
While hopes of home danced in their heads
And i in my Kepi had just closed the flap
And settled my brain to study my map
When out in the field there arose such a clatter
i sprang from my desk to see whats the matter
Away to the sentry post, i flew like a flash
In such a dog gone hurry, i lost my red sash
The moon on the crest of the new fallen snow
Gave the luster of midday to objects below
When what did to my straining eyes did appear
But an officers escort approaching us near
So graceful and steady they rode as a pack
i knew in a moment it must be old Jack
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now Virginians;
now Georgians;
now Southerners all;
On Stuart; on Pelham; on Hoods Texans tall;
To Horse and to wagon, don’t falter or fall
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!
As fast as they came, i thought Jack’s kepi would fly
Atop little Sorrel, my tent he rode by
Scattered and hurried, past us they flew
With more officers following-General Beauregard too
And then in a twinkling, i heard from behind
The clatter of sabers and spurs of a kind
As i drew my head and was turning around
Through the back flap, old Jack came with a bound
He was dressed all in gray, from his head to his foot
And his cloths were all tarnished with powder and soot
A bundle of packages was flung on his back
And he looked like a sutler opening his sack
His eyes- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
The war had so far not taken it’s toll
And the beard of his chin was black as Dixie coal
A peel of Lemon he held tight in his teeth
Three stars on his collar enclosed in gold wreath
He had a proud face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly
Though not chubby or plump, he was a right jolly old elf
And i laughed when i saw him in spite of myself
a wink of his eye, and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know i had nothing to dread
He was on the way to Richmond to see the Old Man
And wondered if for Lee, we might have a spare ham
For Old Marse Robert needed food-not for him
But veterans and widows and orphans too slim
The bugler i called without a moments delay
And the men scrambled to ranks, thinking war on the way
but when Lee’s name was mentioned, a cheer did go up
And old Jack’s wagons were filled with a fine Christmas sup
He sprang to his steed, to his men gave a whistle
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle
But i heard him exclaim, ere they rode out of site
A Dixie Christmas to all, and to all a good night

Abraham Lincoln’s Terrible War

The war was, on the part of the United States Government, one of aggression and usurpation, and, on the part of the South, was for the defense of an inherent, unalienable right. The great conflict will never be properly comprehended by the man who looks upon it as a war for the preservation of slavery.

— Jefferson Davis

The Devil’s Punchbowl – 20,000 Freed Slaves Died After Being Forced Into Post Slavery, United States,Yankee, Concentration Camp

History has always made concentration camps to be synonymous with the atrocities of Nazi Germany. But, America has its own dirty secrets about the use of concentration camps. These camps were located in Natchez, Mississippi and were used to corral freed slaves during and after the American Civil War. As slaves were being emancipated from the plantations, their route to freedom usually took them in the vicinity of the Union army forces. Unhappy with the slaves being freed, the army began recapturing the slaves and forced the men back into hard labor camps. The most notorious of the several concentration camps that were established was located in Natchez, MS.

As the slaves made their way to freedom, the town of Natchez went from a population of 10,000 to 120,000 people almost overnight. In order to deal with the population influx of recently freed slaves, a concentration camp was established to essentially eradicate the slaves. The men were recaptured by the Union troops and forced back into hard labor. The women and children were locked behind the concrete walls of the camp and left to die from starvation. Many also died from the smallpox disease. In total, over 20,000 freed slaves were killed in one year, inside of this American concentration camp.

A researcher studying the existence of the concentration camps said, “The union army did not allow them to remove the bodies from the camp. They just gave ’em shovels and said bury ’em where they drop.” The camp was called the Devil’s Punchbowl because of the way the area is shaped. The camp was located at the bottom of a cavernous pit with trees located on the bluffs above.

Today the bluffs are known for the wild peach grooves but the locals will not eat any of the fruit because some are aware of what has fertilized the trees. One researcher has noted that skeletal remains still wash-up when the area becomes flooded by the Mississippi River. Even when America tries to bury its racist ways, we must force America to acknowledge what has occurred and not shy away from the truth. Let’s never forget all the freed slaves that died in American concentration camps at the Devil’s Punchbowl.

A War of Aggression: In Perspective, Pt. 2

If I had foreseen the use those people designed to make of their victory, there would have been no surrender at Appomattox Courthouse. No sir, not by me. Had I foreseen these results of subjugation, I would have preferred to die at Appomattox with my brave men, my sword in this right hand.

– General Robert E. Lee

According to the 1860 US Census, 4.8 percent of Southerners owned slaves. 95.2 percent did not.

Unofficially, an estimated 300,000 Southern black men armed themselves, enlisted, and served heroically for the Confederacy. This number is even more impressive when we consider that Southern blacks were exempt from the Confederate draft.

When raw percentages are taken into account, far more blacks fought for the Confederacy than the Union. The Union possessed about 3 million soldiers. Of these about 200,000 were black, 6 percent of the total. The Confederacy had about 1 million soldiers. Of these an estimated 300,000 were black. 30 percent of the total – 24 percent more than fought for the North.

The first Northerner killed in the war, Major Theodore Winthrop of the 7th Regiment, New York State Militia, was brought down by a black Confederate sharpshooter at the Battle of Bethel Church, June 10, 1861.

The Price of Freedom: Slavery and Civil War
Martin Harry Greenberg, Charles G Waugh

[Part 1 can be found here.]

Anarchy and Voluntaryism

You’re likely aware that I’m a libertarian. But I’m actually more than a libertarian. I don’t believe in the right of the State to exist. The reason is that anything that has a monopoly of force is extremely dangerous. As Mao Tse-tung, lately one of the world’s leading experts on government, said: “The power of the state comes out of a barrel of a gun.”

There are two possible ways for people to relate to each other, either voluntarily or coercively. And the State is pure institutionalized coercion. It’s not just unnecessary, but antithetical, for a civilized society. And that’s increasingly true as technology advances. It was never moral, but at least it was possible, in oxcart days, for bureaucrats to order things around. Today it’s ridiculous.

Everything that needs doing can and will be done by the market, by entrepreneurs who fill the needs of other people for a profit. The State is a dead hand that imposes itself on society. That belief makes me, of course, an anarchist.

People have a misconception about anarchists. That they’re these violent people, running around in black capes with little round bombs. This is nonsense. Of course there are violent anarchists. There are violent dentists. There are violent Christians. Violence, however, has nothing to do with anarchism. Anarchism is simply a belief that a ruler isn’t necessary, that society organizes itself, that individuals own themselves, and the State is actually counterproductive.

It’s always been a battle between the individual and the collective. I’m on the side of the individual.

I simply don’t believe anyone has a right to initiate aggression against anyone else. Is that an unreasonable belief?

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