“The elaborately designed monument offers a nostalgic, mythologized vision of the Confederacy, including highly sanitized depictions of slavery.”
a particularly ironic excerpt from the description of the Reconciliation Memorial on the Arlington National Cemetery website
As I said the other day, victors write the history and victors make the rules. The temporary restraining order blocking removal of the Reconciliation Memorial (aka Confederate Memorial) issued by a federal judge was lifted by the same jurist.
Progressives’ erasing of history resumed.
The Left continues to prosecute the American Civil War and persecute the People of The South. Whenever I remind you that “they hate us,” this is the sort of thing I’m talking about.
Try to imagine the seething hatred it’d require to destroy a monument to reconciliation, over 158 years after an unimaginably horrible war ended with the humiliating surrender of those who built that memorial. If you advocated for defiling the monument, if you support that or celebrate it, I cordially invite you to go straight to hell.
How have we come to this? What perversion of self-governance spawned an authoritarian regime that thinks nothing of desecrating the final resting place of American war dead?
All I have to say to the dishonorable bastards who destroyed the Reconciliation/Confederate Memorial at Arlington is this: You do know that you’re fucking with rednecks, right?
The hate you’ve piled on the good People of The South will come back around — I promise you, it will come around.
I was raised up to stand up for what I thought was right —
Aaron Lewis
A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye,
And do unto others as you’d be done to.
If you do me wrong, mister, you got it comin’ to you.
My goal today, the Winter Solstice, was to stand on the stoop at the front door of our cabin and take a photograph of the sunset, noting the point at which the sun dipped below the ridge. I plan to do the same on the Vernal Equinox come March and the Summer Solstice next June. Together the images would (theoretically) track our sunset from its southern extreme, to due west, to its northernmost point.
That’s the idea, anyway.
It was starting to rain when I mounted the stoop around 4:45pm this afternoon. Thick clouds cloaked the horizon. My plan had been foiled.
No matter — I’ll grab a shot over the next few days. Close enough.
Other than that, it was an ordinary Thursday. A small gallery of images (captioned) follows.
Deb aboard Mercy this morning, off to work in Mountain Home.
Every five days, this has to be done. Be grateful that I took the picture while the gray tank was dumping.
A small fire in our burn barrel. This never gets old.
If we had a mailbox, this is where it’d be — at the junction of the subdivision road and the county road, almost a mile-and-a-half from our front door.
Deb arriving Home shortly before 6pm, with Mercy in full Flamethrower Mode.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB