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My sense of liberation is beginning to take over my inner-grumpo, in-born nature. Everything is pretty much hopeless by this point. The seeds of discontent, the false gods and saints are established as something accepted by the greater, more reasonable, society.
Idiotic word applications are replaced by even more idiotic words and phrases; faggot becomes "gay", Indian becomes "native-American", Negro becomes "African-American", and Christmas becomes "Merry Solstice" or other such lesser terms such as "Kwanza" or "Winter Holiday".
There are at least five times that we have had the good fortune to listen to some dunce of an Obsolete Press reporter, working on-site in Africa, refer to the coloured natives as "African Americans" so as to differentiate them from the Indians from India or the Arabs from Africa, etc.
The number of times that I have been treated to the sight of homosexuals being referred to as "gay" , when in fact those pictured looked to be pretty sad, self-defeating, perverse, and miserable, is well up into the multiple scores.
It harkens back to the old notion among right-wingers that the "reformers" and "progressives" always say and do the opposite of what the truly believe and how they act when out of view. Therefore sad becomes "gay", what is hideous becomes "beautiful", mendacity becomes "truth", Taxation becomes "investment", and Marxism becomes "income redistribution", and of course, regulation and regimentalisation and over-regulation becomes "efficient use of finite resources" that only the Government can provide.
Burning coal to power electric autos becomes "eco-green friendly", and chopping up eagles, hawks, and other down-gazing predator birds is called "eco-friendly, renewable, resource-based, wind-powered electrical generation systems".
Shovel-ready is another way of saying, "I can say anything as long as marxist professors are telling nincompoops who have no business being at university that governments can stimulate an economy by taking money from here and spending it there."
Of course, we needn't wander into the thick grass of, "MY plan will save the average American family $2,500 per year on their medical insurance. And if you like your plan, you can keep it, and if you like your doctor you can keep your doctor." That one is up where, "I've drawn a line in the sand." These are verbulations that are very difficult to translapidate into anything remotely sanitarily glubfubbled.
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We now have that delightful sight of the grandmother and the mother of Gentle Giant Michael Brown jousting and clubbing their way against each other, working out their grief, over the thug they birthed up to terrorise the white and all other communities, including the black one. This would be funny, of course, if it were not so overwhelmingly tragic.
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FRONTPAGE.COM MAG
Michael Brown’s Mother Beats and Robs Michael Brown’s Grandma
by - Daniel Greenfield
7 November 2014
Daniel Greenfield, a Shillman Journalism Fellow at the Freedom Center, is a New York writer focusing on radical Islam. He is completing a book on the international challenges America faces in the 21st century.
(All copy in this article is derived from the article by Daniel Greenfield, writing for FRONTPAGE.COM MAG, and it attributable to that entity. Secondary research by El Gringo Viejo has verified that the incident is a true matter, is under police and prosecutorial scrutiny at this time, and was apparently covered up by the Obsolete Press and FOX News due to the preposterousness of the truth of the matter. Greenfield's work in this lamentable matter is compliant with the facts, and perhaps a bit understated out of deference to the matter that it deals indirectly with the death of a young person, and the aftermath brought on by that young person's self-indulgence and hubris)
Br'er Al, with the mother of the "Gentle Giant", at one or
another of the memorials to that Icon of Civilisation,
whose life was cut short, like most young black men, by
a white cop who thought his badge was a license to
legally murder young, innocent black men. (?)
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Just don’t look for the brawl by liberalism’s first broken family of victimhood to get the media attention of the “Palin family brawl”.
Police in Ferguson, Mo., are investigating a fight between members of the family of Michael Brown which allegedly erupted over the sale of merchandise last month.You’ve gotta nail down the merchandising rights for the latest victim of white oppression. But she should have shouted, “Hands Up, Don’t Loot.” I hear that works.
Pearlie Gordon, Michael Brown Sr.’s mother-in-law and Michael Brown’s grandmother, told police that she was selling “Justice for Mike Brown” items in a parking lot Oct. 18 when a group of about 20 to 30 people rushed toward her, according to an incident report. Gordon said that Brown’s mother, Lesley McSpadden, told her that she couldn’t sell the merchandise.
Michael Brown’s grandmother then told Michael Brown’s mother that “unless McSpadden could produce documentation stating she had a patent on her son’s name, she (Gordon) was going to continue to sell her merchandise,” the report states.
That’s when Michael Brown’s mother started to rip down items from the booth.I hope they can go to the UN with this too. Just like they did with the death of the Gentle Robbing Giant.
Michael Brown’s grandmother told police she was hit on the head and knocked to the ground. She said Michael Brown’s mother punched her during the incident, in which more than $1,500 in merchandise and at least $400 in cash was stolen. (later reports have indicated that as much as $1,500 was stolen, perhaps more - el gringo viejo)
A witness watched the fight and recorded it, but didn’t immediately provide the police department with the video, according to the report.I’m sure the Justice Department is already working to shut down the video, just like they tried to do for Brown’s robbery video.
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This all pretty much just blows my hair-do out of place. So, we shall hang up the gunbelt, hang the old lever-action up above the mantle, kick our boots off and sit and rest for a while, and then make me up a turkey sandwich, with lots of mayonnaise and black pepper, and that special hot sauce that I cooked up the day before yesterday. You know, thinking about these folks fighting over a shirt commemorating a close relative's death, so as to determine who is going to profit by that death???? ...white trash do come in all colours.El Gringo Viejo
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