Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Yes, sorry, but I do have to weigh in on this Donald Trump Bad-Ass border problem where he is arresting everyone because they are not White.  Period.  If a group of fair-haired blue-eyes were coming to the border, no doubt they wouldn't be treated like Salvages of old and their kids taken away. 

The real issue here is that Trump has decided to arrest them all, no matter what their reason for trying to get into the USA is.   This has created the mess, and if you believe anyone else had anything to do with this other than Trump, you are an idiot and really, really need to read this.

It wasn't that long ago that the right-wing Church people said "America will be judged by it's Sins."  I think they were using the blow-job President Bill Clinton received from an intern while he was president.   They blamed everything wrong with the world on that blow job.   It was the reason a crazy lunatic drove his car up on the curd in Reno Nevada and murdered about twenty people -- and at least one was a minor!!!!  Oh my God!

Where are these people now?   Oh, you know where: they are on their knees prying "Thank You Jesus for Our White Supremacist Savior," no matter how many salvages he has to murder.

Look at these imagines America:

If you don't this these children being taken from their mothers is not a greater sin than Bill Clinton receiving a peal-neckless from an overweight intern while president of the USA, you have another thing coming. 

Here's two real things for you to consider, tonight while you are in your comfortable bed:

One, these people coming to the USA are not criminals.  They have no-other choice.  Their world has been raped by American greed.  Their country, just like the rest of the world, is part of the greater Capitalistic Failure being experienced by the whole world.  We are the only raft boat in the water and they are smiling to it.   Yes, we can't let them all in because it will sink us.   But, we are the ones who raped their resources, busted their good-governments because we called them "communism" and so placed right wing dictators in their who sold their resources to us for personal gain.   When the Venezuela government was feeding all its people, Ronald Reagan sent in CIA backed radicals to overturn their government.   They weren't communist.  They were socialist and that scared the shit out of the greedy capitalist.   It still does.   The bottom line is you can't have a few wealthy people who own everything without a majority poverty.   And until we wake-up and share the wealth, the would will continue to decay.   We are the iceberg that hit the Titanic.   The world is the water we are all left with.  The USA is the biggest raft left and everyone is swimming for it.   Truth is, we can let them drown out there, or all drown together.   It doesn't matter: The Trumps, Bush's, DuPont, Koch Brother: the Wealthy are safe on their personal island.  Their not even getting wet because they got you blinded to the fact that their personal islands even exist.   Their personal islands which if they would share, we would have no needs for the lift boats.  

We're sinking people and it's because of the greedy "bad" capitalist. 

At best, you have another year or two to enjoy your lifeboat, but if you don't start charting a course for those private islands soon, their will be no hope.  And do you think the top 1% care?  No, went the bottom falls out everywhere as it has in South America, Greece, Spain, and soon to be Italy, your Fox News lies won't even help you.  Nor will your fake Jesus. 

Don't believe me?   Well, let me show you how I know.  I've seen the future.   And take for instance today, June 20th, 2018, at 1pm.  Tonight, President Trump is planning a Propaganda Rally in Minnesota.   Watch what almost happens there tonight.   It's July 20th, 1944 all over again.  Don't miss it!!!


John Barleycorn
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've plowed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til midsummer's day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the way, serving him most barbarously
They've hired
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came onto a pond
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that 
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn
Songwriters: Steve Winwood
John Barleycorn lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

White-Man Rapes Native Americans of their faith. Film at 11.

Today boys and girls, we are going to talk about how the white-man raped the Native Americans of their faith.  That's true, they claimed the Native American's were savages as they stole their land from them and shamed them from their old ways; when shame didn't work, they murdered them savagely.

Fortunately, today, the Christian myth is behind us and we know who the real savages were back then.  Don't we.

June 20th, 1768, 

Preached at Indian Meeting house, to 20 Indians...From Matth: 22:39.  Thou Shalt love they Neighbour as Thy Self--A grace and Duty much Wanting and greatly Neglected Among these Indians.  In the Fore part of My Discourse, Indians Seemd Sleepy and Careless--Digressed and rousd them, by Awakening Touches....
                                                                                                                Joseph Fish (a preacher man) 


On this Day before the salvages pushed their gods on us, Cerridwen, the ancient Welsh lunar goddess and keeper of the Otherworld's Sacred Cauldron of Wisdom, where inspiration and divine knowledge are brewed, is honored.  Her sacred herb, Vervain, is burned in small cauldron-like pots, green ribbons are tied to trees, and green candles are lit on altars dedicated to her. 

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Samson, the Sun God.

We all know the Bible (and Disney) story of Samson, the Jewish Hercules who goes on an unstoppable rampage, slaughtering the Philistines, but then, done in by a woman, Delilah, who cuts off his hair, the source of his strength.

Ignorance is fine, it keeps some smiling.   And those who smile from it are okay by me.  However, those who condemn others by it, very much, scare me.  Take for example the biblical story of Samson.  One can say that there are three attitudes towards this Old Testament story.

The first sees Samson as an actual event in history and to think otherwise is blasphemous. 

The second type see the story as a lie, an old story told to keep a tribe of people scared so they would be obedient to their leaders. These people are sometimes atheist, but more times than not, power-hungry/greedy bastards who want to rule the world by pretending to believe to get your vote.

The third type are you and me, Truth Seekers and Lovers of Light.  This essay is for you. 

We look to the facts that the primitive people who told the old bible stories, were familiar with their own feelings, but knew little else.  So they explained everything in nature by projecting themselves mentally upon it, by personification.  The stones, the trees, the hills, the earth, the clouds, etc., were all real to them, not figurative.  If a single person related a story of an isolated event to one of the other tribe members, it would soon be lost, but if this person related it to the natural world, it would live on. 

Chief among these stories were the ones connected with the sun, and such an all powerful heavenly body as this could but be represented as a God.

When his father has gone to rest, Sun God is born and goes forth to fight with Storm and Darkness and make Earth fruitful.  He has many amorous frolics with the Dawn Maidens and many midnight escapades with the Evening Twilight Goddesses.  He is mighty in his own strength and slays his enemies.  After victory he retreats and sinks to rest or dies.  Something like this was used to explain the solar year.

The name Samson, according to the best etymologists, is most clearly derived from the Hebrew word shemesh, meaning sun.  So, from shemesh, sun, we have Shims-on, the Sun God.

Samson is the son of Manoah, a word meaning “rest,” a representation, like the more famous Noah, of the winter sun.  After the labors of summer, primitive man and woman conceived the sun to be tired and to have gone southward to sleep — a conception much like the resting of the Creator on the seventh day.  The angel who predicts his birth disappears in the fire of the altar, which introduces the series of fiery incidents carrying a strong taint of solar origin.  Like all Sun Gods, he must have his frequent love affairs, and the first one is with a daughter of the enemy, whom he weds.  This is the marriage of the sun with the moon, daughter of night, and must end in a separation, for the two luminaries do not keep company long.  On his first journey down to woo his captivator, he kills a lion, an emblem occasionally sterility; it is his first triumph — the youthful sun destroying the winter’s dearth and warming it into fruitfulness.  On his way to the marriage he sees bees in the carcass, which suggest a wedding riddle and he proposes it under a wager: “Out of the Eater came forth Meat and out to the Strong came froth Sweetness.”  This riddle was probably a part of the Hebrew folk-lore and the author of Judges weaves the popular solution of his times into the story, but it is very unsatisfactory, for we know that bees would not make honey in decaying flesh; it would spoil and the whole swarm be starved out.  A better explanation was close at hand but, of course, could not be seen in those days: “Out of the Eater (burner) came forth Meat (fertility) and out of the Strong (Sun) came forth Sweetness (fruitfulness).  His bride weeps before him seven days, longing with female curiosity for the cue to the mystery, and when she finds it, straightway goes and tells it to the thirty companions of Samson.  What could more plainly indicate the solar character of our hero than the recurrence of those mystic numbers, seven and thirty, the days of the week and of the month?  Here we deviate a little from the order of the narrative to call attention to the deception practiced upon Delilah.  When she teases for the secret of Samson’s strength, he fools her with the seven withes, the seven cords, and the seven locks of hair.  The amount of the bet was thirty sheets and thirty changes of garment.  While he is killing thirty Philistines to get booty sufficient to pay the stakes, his wife, supposed by her father to be deserted, is given to one whom Samson “had used as a friend.”  Here is the cruel separation which we predicted.  In the month called Jarad or Irad, the month of the “Descent of Fire,” corresponding to our August, Samson lets loose his three hundred foxes, tied tail to tail with burning embers between, and sets fire to the wheat of the Philistines.  This is so plainly an action of the sun, that it is hardly necessary to say that the fox was an animal symbolic of solar heat, because of his color and long-haired tail; and that at the festival of Ceres at Rome, a Pagan festival, a fox-hunt through the circus was held, in which burning torches were tied to the foxes tails, a reminder of the robigo or “red fox,” a sun-blight of their fields.  Then the Philistines burn his wife and father-in-law and in revenge Samson inflicts a great defeat upon them.  Now comes the cowardly flight and hiding in the rock Etam, from which retreat he allows his countrymen to take him bound into the hands of the enemy.  We are getting along toward autumn, in this legend of the year, and signs of weakness begin to appear — the Sun is retreating toward the South.  But when he comes among the Philistines his bands “become as flax that was burned with fire” and as with an ass’s jawbone a heap, two heaps — with an ass’s jawbone he slew a thousand men.”  Casting down his curious war-club, he names the place in its honor, and, becoming thirsty, water issues from a hollow place in the jawbone, and this pool is named En has-kore, (Spring of the Crier).  The writer tells us that both these names are attached to the locality in his day.  These are plain cases of those frequently recurring mythical explanations of the configurations of the landscape.

 The ass, like the fox, was in many nations sacred to the Sun God on account of its color, and is often prophetic; witness the case of Balaam’s ass.  The jawbone being cast by Samson, and the coming forth of the water, suggest the Divining Rod and the Wishbone, symbolic remnants of the rock-cleaving, forked Lightning God, thrown down during the thunder storm; and the name, “Spring of the Crier,” fits well the thunder peal that follows.  Rustics still use the Witch Hazel crotch to search for springs, and no child can eat a Thanksgiving dinner without longing for the Wishbone.  Samson now pays a midnight visit to a woman of questionable repute at Gaza, and the Philistines think they have him entrapped.  But he takes “French leave,” and, as a practical joke, takes along the gates of the city, posts, bars, and all, depositing them on the top of the hill opposite Hebron.  This harlot, and Delilah, are sunset Goddesses, daughters of darkness, with whom every Sun God must have frequent escapades.  The humor of the exploit with the gates vanishes, when we see that they are an explanation of the great clouds of winter, appearing on the southwest at sunset and on the southeast at dawn; Samson, the Sun, takes them with him and leaves them there.  Now comes the last love experience, with Delilah.  True to her sex, she pines for secrets, and now it is the secret of secrets, the cause of his strength.  After fooling her three times with false answers, he at last  tells her the true source; it is his long hair.  While he sleeps she has it shaved off and he falls an easy captive to the enemy, who put out his eyes.  The blind old man is called in to amuse them at a feast given to their god Dagon.  But his hair has begun to grow again, and bending between the pillars of the temple with one last effort he pulls it down upon them and dies. 

These last events are the ones of all to fasten the solar character of Samson.  His strength is in his long hair — the rays of the sun; while he sleeps, in the winter, or at night, or when covered by the storm cloud, the rays are cut off.  His enemies, the Gods of winter, darkness or storms, put out his eyes and laugh at his helplessness.  There is a touch of sublimity about the scene of his death.  He goes down between two pillars amidst the general destruction of his enemies; by one sun’s death a new one is born, which destroys completely the opposing forces of cold and darkness.  Hercules also had to do with two pillars; he sets them up at the mouth of the Mediterranean, those world-famed rocks of Gibraltar.

Many minor points of symbolism have been omitted in this brief survey of the narrative, and in those given, there is ample opportunity for shades of distinction to be pointed out by differently constituted minds; for in such interpretations there can be no iron-clad rules to follow.  But the atmosphere of mythology enveloping the story is so oppressive, that no one, who has the least susceptibility to its influence can resist it for a moment.  Only such as cannot distinguish between accurate history and mythology at all, or are completely stunted by theological preconceptions, will fail to respond to such overwhelming case as this. 

Friday, June 15, 2018

Medgar Evers shot in the back!

Medgar Evers

So, I'm avoiding news like Trump supporters are avoiding truth, and so, no news here today, people.  Move along.

"If I die, it will be in a good cause," Medgar Evers told a reporter just days before his assassination.  "I've been fighting for America just as much as soldiers in Vietnam," said the World War II who was now a Civil Rights Activist.

Yes, this proud man-of-color who served the US in Military, was shot (in the back, I might add!) by another ex-military man with a French name, Byron De La Beckwith, but Beckwith was no Frenchman.  Unfortunately, he was born in these here United States of America, and after earning a  Purple Heart for his service in the US Marines, went White-Supremacist Nuts, and became a Make America Great Again, Segregationist, and was certain he had the right to murder Evers based on the color of his skin. 

Beckwith pretending to be human.
The scariest thing of all about this, is that Beckwith really thought he'd be giving another medal for having murdered a US Citizen and be completely allowed to continue his Mississippi life filled with Christian Sunday services, Saturday Night White Sheets with eye-holes,  bass fishing, and deer hunting for the rest of his life without interruption.   And he almost did, for his two trials ended in a hung-jury (yes, all white male jurors, go figure).

Fortunately for justice, after years of white sheets and Sunday Church appearances, Beckwith was convicted at the age of 71.  That's right, like many of the Nazis, he was allowed to live a long life before being prosecuted for killing someone that wasn't white. 

In 1963 on this day, his funeral was held and Roy Wilkins, the NAACP executive secretary spoke these words, which I present here for you to look at in today's America where White Supremacist are on the rise again threatening our country! 

The lurking assassin pulled the trigger, but in all wars the men who do the shooting are trained and indoctrinated and keyed to action.  The southern political system put him behind that rifle.... The southern system has its outposts in the Congress.... The killer must have felt that he had, if not immunity, then certainly a protection for whatever he chose to do, no matter how dastardly.  But nothing can stop the drive for freedom.  It will not cease here or elsewhere. 

Finally, in  2017, one of the last things our First Black President would do was make Evers's home a National Historic Landmark.


Max Baer, the boxer

In 1934 around this day, Max Baer knocked the shit out of Primo Carnera in the 11th round to win the heavyweight boxing championship.

Thirty years later, his son, Max Jr, would brighten our day as Jethor Bonine on the Beverly Hillbillies.  

Fortunately neither were racist and no one got hurt.
Max Jr, the Beverly Hillbilly.

Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Trumps Intuition

 Okay, so the right side of the brain governs imagination, emotions, and intuition.  Physiologically, it crosses over and controls the left side of the body.  On the other hand, the left side of the brain, controlling the right side of the body, is the practical and problem-solving side.  Clearly we need both sides to be whole.  However, it is the problem-solving, logical, and rational side that has been encouraged in people.  But right-brain (left-handed) folks have suffered through the centuries from a fear of the physiology of intuition.  Even the derivative of the word left reflects this.  The Latin term for left is sinsitra, from which we get the word "sinister."  Thus, the intuitive and creative side is considered dangerous and evil in the lexicon of our mother tongue.

The fear of intuitive has been a recurrent theme throughout history.  Until only three hundred years ago, from the thirteenth to the seventeenth centuries, over 9 million people throughout Europe were accused as witches and burned and tortured.  The leading theological text of the time dictated that "thou shall not suffer a witch to live."  This justified the genocide of millions of people, most of them women.  These were not Walt Disney creations flying around on broomsticks, but women, mainly midwives, herbalists, and healers, who still utilized a connection to the earth, sky, and living creatures.  These were women who were in tune with the earth, with the processes of life and death, and with each other.  It was believed that the mysterious, psychic power of witches brought about the plague, rendered husbands impotent, and caused famine.

Intuition is natural.  It is human.  How can it be scary?

Oh, that's right, Sir Donald Trump (Dictator Number 2), our president, thinks he has intuition today in Singapore when he meets Kim Jong Un (Dictator Number 3)... so, I guess intuition can be a scary thing when used by a dictator.

I stand corrected. 

Meanwhile, back in Korea:

 In ancient Korea on this day, rice farmers washed their hair in a stream as part of an annual ritual to ward off evil.

Must be working too, they seemed to have warded off Kim Jong Un (Dictator Number 3) by getting him out of their country for a few days. 

In case you want to do the same, the traditional meal for this festival consists of fresh fish, steamed rice, and greens.

Monday, June 11, 2018

Sir Isaac Asimov and Christian Penis Worship

I get furious letters from creationists occasionally, letters that are filled with opprobrious adjectives and violent accusations.  The temptation is great to respond with something like this:  “Surely my friend, you know that you are right and I am wrong, because God has told you so.  Surely, you also know that you are going to heaven and I am going to hell, because God has told you that, too.  Since I am going to hell, where I will suffer unimaginable torments through all of eternity, isn’t it silly for you to call me bad names?  How much can your fury add to the infinite punishment that is awaiting me?  Or is it that you are just a little bit uncertain and think that God may be lying to you and you would feel better to apply a little torment of your own (just in case he is lying) by burning me at the stake, as you could have in the good old days when creationists controlled society?”

                                                                                                          ~Isaac Asimov~


And... you are doing this to me because?...

On a loving note, let us talk about the Gospels.  First, the fact that the word looks very much like Go Spells, to the average Pagan, it has nothing to do with spells and everything to do with go!

Around the year 180 CE, a man named Irenaeus (yes, rhymes with 'Your Anus'), decided to write a book attacking all forms of Christianity that differed from his Penis-Centered Faith.  All other forms in his mind were heresies and most of these fit into what we now call Gnostic.

Why was Irenaeus so pissed about the Gnostic way of things?  Easy, they didn't see the Penis as the high-mighty god, and cherished the nurturing vagina as the brainier, co-creator to the penis.   This vagina knowledge was called Sophia. 

The Gnostic faith also believed that all people would be reincarnated until they got it right, and so, Irenaeus and his penis really weren't necessary.  But the greatest problem the Christian church had with the Gnostic worshipers was they knew the wealthy would burn in hell for their greed, which, as we all know is what the Christian Faith of today is built on.

So yes, dear Truth Seeker, all Christians are going to hell for worshipping the Donald Trump/ Fox News penis faith.

You heard it here first.

The brought into being 
Gold and silver, 
Presents and money, 
Iron and other metals and all things of this sort. 

And the people who were attracted were led astray into troubles
And grew old
Experiencing no pleasure
And died
Finding no truth
Never knowing the true God.

This is the way that they enslaved all of creation
From the foundation of the world until now.

                                                 The Secret book of John

Sunday, June 10, 2018

2018 = 1984 Do The Math.

I am not believing this.  Donald Tic-Tac Trump just accused Canada of being a bad-guy while requesting that Russia be allowed back in the G7 world leader's summit, a few days before he excitedly meets with North Korea's leader in Singapore.  

So, let's see if I have this straight: Trump is pissed at Canada, a very democratic country,  while he wants Russia, a dictatorship, to get back in the G7, and he is meeting with North Korea's leader, a dictator, and no one is doing anything about it!

2018 = 1984. 

Seems to me, Orwell wrote his book around 35 years before 1984 (in 1948), and now, some 35 years later, we have Trump and a Republican Party selling us out.  

Am I the only one doing the math here?


Free Yourself People.  Before it's too late. 

Thursday, June 7, 2018

I was going to write a negative post about our president this morning based on reports I found the he actually owns/owned a book of Hitler’s speeches as well as the frog bible: Mein Kampf. I was going to ask the question of how anyone could own that material and be taken seriously as a president Of the people for the people, but then, trump goes off and does something no liberal president would ever have the balls to do: he pardons a woman - black , which wouldn’t matter if it didn’t concern Trump — who was unfairly convicted on drug charges ... what? That’s right. He did he did. And unlike the other side who would never point out anything positive about the other side, I will .

Now back to the Nazis book thing: wtf Donald! 

On a brighter note, the ex-porn star, Stormy Daniels is suing her ex-attorney because it appears he was taking orders from Trump's attorneys.  

Warning: The Following Are Actual Clips From A Stormy Films Which Trump Must Have Liked.  

Stormy Before Trump Payoff.

Trump Supporters in a Stormy Daniels Film.

"Best B... Job"

Wednesday, June 6, 2018

Wednesday Morning Sermon, calling Bull Shit on Jesus.

Nice purging rain this morning at about 3am.  Now it is sunny, clear, cool, birds chirping.   I went to sleep reading about how Adolf Hitler had taken the best art works from the museum for his private estate and wondered, what kind of selfish, egocentric, person puts his personal needs ahead of those of the country he runs?
Oh, yeah, right, we can't take the high ground on that one anymore, can we.  For we now have the most UN-American person in the world as our president, a man who's birthday is the same day as Benedict Arnold was hanged for treason.   What is more scary than this one-person with Hitler needs running our country, is the support he has from a network of news stations, business moguls, and a political party, all in the name of Jesus. 

I get feedback now-and-then asking why I condemn the Jesus, that I should just let them be.   My answer, one, I never have liked being lied to, and two, they won't leave me alone.
As a kid I took the whole Jesus thing seriously.   I was saved, baptized, and felt guilty when I didn't push Jesus to other's who were lost in the world of sin.   There were Christians who I really looked up to: my sixth-grade teacher (who also taught Bible Study after school--and yes, it was a public school you fucking lying son-of-a-bitch power grabbers using your, oh-poor-oh-me, they teach evolution in schools, to gain you Hitler power over the world), this teacher caught me cheating on a math test after the only kid stupider in that math class than me yelled, "Dr TV Boogie is cheating!"  The Christian teacher looked at me and said, "That's between our young Dr TV Boogie and god."   

The teacher walked away.   I felt like shit and stood up and yelled, "No, wait, not god, send me to the principal, I can handle him."

That was the liberal sixties, in a Democratic city.  

I followed this faith in Jesus to my Christian college where we had to take Old and New Testament classes.   That's where I noticed that the focus on most of the students wasn't on saving souls and doing onto others as you would have them do to you, but, Speak English, Stop Killing Babies, and drop bombs on children for President George Bush.  

Fortunately, there were still Christians in the midst, like one of the professors when teaching old-testament and read a line that supposedly condemns homosexuality.   This tall, lanky, nerdy professor, raises his shoulders and say, "Some people say it condemns gays, I don't know."  

I remember thinking, "How loving an open minded."  Of course it ended there.   For the next five years I saw the forgiving Jesus church I had grown up in become THE SILENT MAJORITY, THE CHRISTIAN RIGHT, THE REPUBLICAN PARTY.   Business' starting placing fish symbols in their logos, woman wore crosses over their cleavage, and men boasted that, Jesus loves my football team better than yours, that's all that matters. 
That's when I got on my knees and was just about to get on my knees and say, Take Me Satan, these fuckers are nuts... but I didn't.  Fortunately, I realized that worshiping Satan was worshiping their Jesus.   For their Jesus lies were nothing but a way to totally rule the world.  It also came known to me that the politicians and billionaires who went to church on Sundays but did as they pleased to keep their power seven-days week, weren't Christians at all, but using it to keep power.   It was obvious by their greedy actions.   Then, I noticed that you didn't even have to pretend to be a good person anymore, you could drink and barf at a Baylor Football game and Jesus totally understood.   You could sings country sexual songs like, She Likes My Tractor in Her Vagina, and as long as you did it with your hands in the air, you were a Christian....

It was this Pop-Christian movement that made me wonder?  Where have I seen this before, in history, I am certain I read about it somewhere.... "Wait A Minute, this is the Nazi Party!"

From there I researched the facts and found that there never was a historical Jesus until around the year 300, and that it was built on rumors, or put in today's language, Republican Talking Points. 

Finally, I'm sorry if you take that myth to heart, and I really don't have a problem with it, but it's not Main Stream America.  And the lie just keeps multiplying on itself, and some of us have had enough.  
We are calling your bullshit.  


About the NFL Football thing. 

Calm down everyone, let's go back to the good-old days, the 1950's, I think we can all agree to that, right!  Back then, the players waited in the locker rooms while the fans stood for the national anthem.  Do your homework, they didn't start coming out of the locker to stand for it until the George Bush Baby Killing war.  

No shit.