From Boston to Peoria, and Baltimore to Chicago, from Mobile to Philadelphia and Brooklyn to LA, the animals maraud.
We have lost our spiritual courage and our moral outrage along with it. We refuse to face evil and destroy it in its tracks. We have abandoned hope and entered the antechamber of hell. The beast awaits us, drooling in anticipation of the feast to come.
A mother who no doubt murdered her child goes free and a ninety-five year old great grandmother who is dying of leukemia and in a wheelchair is forced to remove her adult diaper so the TSA agents at the airport can be sure she is not hiding a bomb.
And the Bantu run wild in the street.
Now the police state, the gestapo in red, white and blue shirts, will crack down on...not the Bantu, no, the police will begin restricting access to public places by the law abiding public. Want to go to the park? Expect a screening process similar to the ones in place at the airports. Want to enjoy the beach? Step this way in your bikini or speedo and be frisked for explosive devices.
Want to leave your home? Step through the radioactive body screener, only to ensure you haven't taken any bombs out with you.
The home of the brave, and the land of the free is now a fairy tale myth that will slowly disappear from memory as books fade into oblivion and everyone of us in wired into the omnipotent State which will track us 24/7.
All of this done in the name of security...or national defense...or 'we know what's best for you'.
And Lady Liberty cries herself to death.
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I was at the local movie house trying to enjoy the show. A couple of female teen aged Bantu came screaming into the theater as the movie began. Of course, they sat in front of me. They proceeded to spend several minutes texting one another or whoever, mini phones alight as they giggled and slurped down fried chicken. Finger licking good. One's phone slipped out of her greasy fingers and landed beneath the seat. The two Bantu giggled some more and then got up and ran screaming out of the theater.
Shortly before the end of the movie, our erstwhile duo re-entered screaming and sat back down in front of me.
I considered my options. Ignore them. Scold them. Have them screaming I attacked them. Have them attack me. Attack them. My blood boiled and as I closed in on an irrevocable action, the two darlings ( they must be some body's darlings) got back up and ran screaming out of the theater and did not return.
On exiting, I spied the wild things. They were trying to sneak into one of the other movies at that multiplex. They couldn't get in. I heard one of them say she would call her mother and have her pick them up. No doubt they had been dropped off earlier in the day and had spent several hours zipping in and out of the various auditoriums at the complex, screaming their way in and out of different movies, interested only in disturbing the peace and provoking outrage.
And I am sure the mother picked up the little darlings and complimented them on being so good and mature that they could function on their own without the need for adult supervision.
We have reached the stage where such aberrant behavior is becoming the norm and those who resist joining the tribe will eventually -sooner than later- be devoured, if not by the Bantu, by the omnipotent, all controlling State. And we will have no one to blame but ourselves.
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