Escaping Culture – The Reckoning
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Let us be clear; the crime that Kaepernick committed wasn’t about the anthem, the flag, or patriotism. Kaepernick’s dissent was about racial discrimination, police brutality, and impunity.
“My church for all things earthly and otherworldly is a sanctum of a different kind. Bookstores are where I bow my head and bend a knee. Public libraries, Bricks-and-mortar chains, Independent and Online booksellers, it doesn’t matter, I revere them all.”
The entire fiat-backed financial system is insolvent. As a result, the monetary institutions have concocted a scheme to confiscate bank depositor money to offset impending bank failure losses legally.
The world is woke. And it’s rising. And it’s this verity, outside the control of men with guns and dominion-powered fiat capital that makes my son’s birthday, and every birthday thereafter worthy of hope and celebration.
“Instead of fighting for the victory that was stolen from him, he praised the people who stole the victory from him. He was afraid to win. He didn’t want to win, and that’s why he’s never questioned his defeat.”
– Dmitry Babich, Political Analyst, Sputnik International, commenting on Bernie’s Sander’s Presidential campaign.
In my attempts to understand the failure of the left to capitalize on the 2016 progressive awakening, I’ve not come across a more concise critique of Bernie Sanders, and by extension his political and social media operatives, faux leftists’ stealthily shepherding disillusioned progressives back into the Democratic Party political tent.
Colin Kaepernick’s decision to sit during the national anthem sends a powerful message – to increase the volume and channel dissenting voices in the direction of a deaf (and dumb) nation.
As impressive as the Women’s March on Washington seemed – it wasn’t organic or an inspired grassroots movement. Democratic Party establishment brokers astroturfed it.
It’s early April, a typical Seattle rainy afternoon. I’m staring out my home office window, nursing a Negra Modelo, and for no apparent reason my mind drifts to differences between men and women. I’m a man. I know men. I’ve played with them, worked with them, competed against them, fought with and against […]