I’m too busy working and enjoying our fabulous (and hot) summer to post my own material right now. Instead, I’ll repost a beautiful article by Jared Taylor:

Dear Cuckservative,

You are not alone. Like you, Erick Erickson at RedState.com, Matt Lewis at the Daily Caller, Taylor Millard at Hot Air, the blogger Ace of Spades, and Jim Harper with the Cato Institute are all squirming under the lash of this new coinage. They are squirming because a single word–cuckservative–lays bare the rot at the heart of your movement: American conservatism can conserve nothing if it cannot conserve the nation’s founding stock. I’ll put it bluntly: Nothing you love will survive without white people.

Do you stand for limited government and a balanced budget? Count your black and Hispanic allies. Do you admire Thomas Jefferson? He was a slave-holder who will end up on the dung heap with the Confederate flag. Do you care about stable families and the rights of the unborn? Look up illegitimacy, divorce, and abortion rates for blacks and Hispanics. Do you cherish the stillness at dawn in Bryce Canyon? When the park service manages to get blacks and Hispanics to go camping they play boom-boxes until 1:00 a.m. Was Ronald Reagan your hero? He would not win a majority of today’s electorate.

Do you love Tchaikovsky? Count the non-whites in the concert hall. Do you yearn for neighborhoods where you can leave the keys in your car? There still are some; just don’t expect them to be “diverse.” Are hunting and firearms part of your heritage? Explain that to Barack Obama or Sonia Sotomayor. Are you a devout Christian? Muslim immigrants despise you and your faith. Do you support Israel? Mexicans, Haitians, Chinese, and Guatemalans don’t.

To continue reading, click here:

An Open Letter to Cuckservatives | American Renaissance.

Once again we see the corporate-controlled media pretending to be knights in shining armor, coming to the aid of crime victims. It was this self-same media that was responsible (in large part) for the Charlotte church shooting. It was their ongoing coverup, of black-on-white crime, that pushed the unstable shooter over the edge.

The bodies of that shooting are practically still warm, and now we see headlines such as this one (from New York Magazine):

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The article bemoans our “rape culture” as it tells the stories of 35 victims of rapist Bill Cosby. Almost all of these victims are white – yet the article directly under this one deals with “white privilege.”

This is the sort of blatant, in your face, hypocrisy that enrages so many people. Even as this article condemns Cosby for his hypocrisy, by opening with lines such as this one:

Consider the evidence of October 2014, when an audience member at a Hannibal Buress show in Philadelphia uploaded a clip of the comedian talking about Bill Cosby: “He gets on TV, ‘Pull your pants up, black people … I can talk down to you because I had a successful sitcom.’ Yeah, but you rape women, Bill Cosby, so turn the crazy down a couple notches … I guess I want to just at least make it weird for you to watch Cosby Show reruns. Dude’s image, for the most part, it’s fucking public Teflon image.

It was precisely media outlets, such as the New York Magazine, that created this “Teflon image.” Let’s look back a bit, to 1984, and examine what the New York Magazine was writing, about Cosby, back then:

The Cosby-Show is a Valentine to middle-class American family life; it sells fatherhood, reassurance, and Jell-O…

Cosby sells reassurance… you will find yourself doubting that Bill Cosby could ever really hurt anyone… nevertheless, tirelessly, Cosby reassures. Love goes on, even if it’s black. Children get his message, especially if they’re white. Cosby isn’t dangerous…

This is the message that the corporate-controlled media has been selling us for decades: Black men aren’t dangerous. They’re reassuring. They represent love, responsibility and old-fashioned American family values.

It appears that New York Magazine was right; white kids DID get his message – and as a result, over 30 of them got raped. Are they enjoying their “white privilege?”

I saw this at Truth Revolt, and decided to share it with y’all. Mark Dice is funny, and his stunts really shows us how low some leftists will stoop. Be sure to watch until the end; the last couple’s reaction is priceless:

I recently got back from California, where my eldest daughter had her wedding ceremony. In this case, it was her (already) long-term boyfriend. So, for all practical practical purposes, they were already married. They did it very cheaply, in their own backyard. I’m all for that; people spend WAY too much on weddings these days. What’s important is the decades that come afterward, not so much the ceremony.

I’m an odd fellow. To put it politely, I’m “eccentric.” So a guy like me, unless he’s wealthy, has few opportunities when it comes to dating or marriage. And yet I did get married (for a while). How did I do it? The answer is two-fold. I moved to a third-world country (Israel, where being American carries some status) and I took advantage of an age-old Jewish institution: The shadkhan (also spelled shadchan).

A shadkhan is a person (of either gender) who facilitates marriage by arranging meetings between eligible people at the shadkhan’s home. When a son or daughter reaches marriageable age, their parents might avail themselves of this service. Many shadkhanim (plural) do this work for free, as it’s considered a “mitzvah” (a good deed), but donations are accepted. The shadkhan is usually an older person who is well-established in the community. Though the parents are involved (or a rabbi, if the person is an orphan), these are not “arranged marriages.” The man and woman have final say. It’s their call whether to move forward or not.

In the old days, parents would arrange dowries through the shadkhan. The shadkhan would be familiar with the families of each side, and along with the parents, help assure that the families were also a good match. After all, it’s not just the individuals who were to be married, but the families as well. Marriage is a community affair.

Modern America badly needs this institution. It would make life a lot easier, and safer, for those looking to get married. Instead of wasting time and money on dating sites, or approaching complete strangers in the mall, people could simply visit their neighborhood shadkhan. They’d pay a fee and the shadkhan would do background checks and get to know the client. Using his best judgment, the shadkhan would then call the client when he found a likely match. As the shadkhan’s successes accumulate, so would his reputation – and more people would seek him out

I know a lot of y’all are tired of reading about the Confederate flag; after all, it means little in its own right. But Media-Government-Corp suddenly gave the Rebel flag a lot of new power by trying to ban it. It’s almost like the word “nigger.”

I can’t help myself. The first couple of times I did something unpopular in front of the public, it was difficult. But over time, I’ve gotten used to it. These days, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say I’m addicted to it. I get a rush out of pissing off a lot of people all at once – particularly when they’re leftists. I’m not going to change their minds (those minds are already owned by the “one-percent,” as I told one just today), and I have no respect for them. To me, they’re like animals in a zoo. It’s fun to rile them up and watch their antics. They make unintelligible noises and wild, primitive gestures with their paws.

Two friends accompanied me today. A husband/wife team. I’d brought a smaller flag for them. We started, as before, at Pioneer Courthouse Square and there were lots of people there. Right away, we met an older gentleman from the South and we struck up a conversation. But most people were hostile, especially as we made our way toward PSU campus. We got many threats and jeers, along with the occasional “finger” – for diversity of course. At some point, we got a police escort.

We crossed through the campus and got to the sports field, where a soccer game was afoot. A couple of lovely young Christian ladies approached us and asked why we were doing this. When I explained to them that “hate” had nothing to do with it, they grew sympathetic. So much so that when a young male student came over with his video device, and made it clear how hostile he was, the ladies came to our defense, pointing out that he was far less tolerant than I was. Even though the young ladies did much of the talking, the student refused to point his video at them. After a while, an official-looking man and a campus cop told us to leave. They said it was “private property” and that we needed a permit to hold a protest there. When I asked if tax dollars pay for the campus, the official said only 10% of it is paid for with tax dollars, the rest being from tuition and private donations. Not wanting to get arrested for trespassing, we made our way back downtown, where there were more people anyway.

One little old Asian woman told us, as she passed, “you shouldn’t be awoud to do that in pubric.” If she doesn’t believe in freedom of speech, then why did she come to America? That was a rhetorical question.

As we approached Pioneer Square again, it was clear that certain men were following us. Some of those men accosted our female companion when she’d entered a shop to get something to drink. They threatened her with violence if we didn’t leave.

We did meet several sympathetic people. One young man from Texas told us how, back home, they fly the “redneck flag”  with pride, and that nobody messes with that flag over there. A young couple congratulated us for our courage, and said he’s glad somebody’s taking a stand for freedom of speech. Another man greeted me with pretty much the same words a bit later.

Toward the end, there was a black man following us closely. There was some concern that he would follow me onto my train, but instead he ended up debating my friend (the husband) and told him that his only intention was to make us feel as uncomfortable as our flags made him feel.

Walmart, along with other major corporations, recently announced that it would stop selling merchandise that features the Confederate battle flag.

Young blacks in Macon, Georgia were not pleased with this decision; the battle flag is dear to their hearts – and vengeance was swift. Only a few days later, about a hundred black youths showed their displeasure by ransacking a local Walmart, as seen here:

They have a point. Walmart’s decision is clearly racist, as blacks have always been prominent in Southern society. The removal of symbols of Southern heritage thus has a disproportionate effect on blacks.

Walmart should learn from Stan Marshall, whose heroic stance was recently documented by Diversity Chronicle:

In a move that has earned praise from many progressives, but sneers and ridicule from the radical and racist right, Stan Marshall, the CEO of “Buy-Stuff-Cheap” a small chain of retail stores that sells everything from sneakers to refrigerators in eastern Maryland, recently banned employees from reporting the theft of store goods by “people of colour under any circumstances.”

Walmart, by furnishing the surveillance video to the police, is showing the world how bigoted it truly is. These courageous teens should be commended, not prosecuted!

I just got back from walking all over downtown Portland with my full-sized Confederate battle flag. I started at Pioneer Courthouse Square, where a couple of Hispanic men asked me what flag I was holding. I told them it represents the downtrodden and oppressed. That it’s a symbol large corporations, and wealthy special interests want to abolish. They smiled and wished me luck.

Since there weren’t many people in that location, I chose to walk a few blocks to the Portland Timbers game, which was taking place just then. On the way, a man stopped me and thanked me for taking a stand. he shook my hand.

As I got closer to the stadium, I got some negative reactions from passers-by. I made sure to fly it on the overpass, so that passing traffic could see it. At the stadium, I waved it high, so that the hundreds of thousands of fans could see it from their seats. I had a conversation with one of the workers there, who understood my motivations, and gave me a “pinky handshake” through the fence.

Walking back toward the Waterfront, somebody shrieked obscenities at me from her car. She kept yelping until her voice grew raw. It gave me great satisfaction; let the leftists endure some of OUR “propaganda” for a change.

It was difficult to distinguish between the thumbs-ups and the “f-you” fingers I was getting from cars, so I just smiled at everyone and kept walking. A couple of people commended me for my courage, but expressed concern for my safety. All the negative reactions I got were from white people. Blacks seemed to be more amused than anything else.

Going through Waterfront Park, I had a few vulgarities hurled at me, and I posed for a couple of photos as well. One photographer has already sent me one of his shots. it’s included at the end of this post. One construction worker proclaimed, “Now that’s my man!” At about the same time, another shrill leftist was barking at me to “take that sh-t to Alabama etc. etc.”

Why did I do this alone? Because, unfortunately, I couldn’t find anybody to join me. Why did I do it in the first place? Because the battle flag, in and of itself, is neutral. It neither hates nor loves. It doesn’t hurt, or help, people. The stadium worker asked me why I didn’t pick another symbol, one less “hateful.” The answer is that I was not the one to pick this symbol as the one I chose to defend. It was corporate America, and wealthy special-interests, that chose it for me. They have far more power than I do. With their billions, they’re able to purchase the minds of the masses, and brainwash them into demonizing an entire people: Southerners, and any historic symbol that’s associated with them. I explained, to the stadium worker, that this symbol is not just a symbol of Southern whites, but of Southern blacks as well. It was a black student who fought for the right to fly the Confederate flag from his dorm room.

I did it in order to exercise my freedom of speech while I still can. One young man, sitting in his car, commented, “I thought that was illegal!” Some day it might be, but for the time being, I’ll use my rights to the fullest – to show my support for the downtrodden, and to piss off leftists.

Considering the amount of attention I attracted, and the many photos that were taken of me, I’m guessing this stunt will have shock-waves. Either way, I hope to do it again.

The photographer just sent me the shots he took. I’m not particularly fond of the pose, but it was at his request.

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