Suicidal empathy on stilts

"Manhattan Jews for Appeasing Terrorists Get a Taste of Hamas".

So much virtue to signal, such little time.

Working-with-your-hands Wednesday

Um, sorry, my bucket list just reached capacity three days ago. But y'all go right ahead if you're interested.

You mean, Senator, you worry that your party won't be able to do enough of it?

"PURE PROJECTION: Elizabeth Warren Frets About Trump and the Midterms: ‘I Worry About Election Interference’".

Coming to a neighborhood near you

"County-By-County Soros Invasion Plans".

Funny how in the Democrat-dominated west coast there’s only two counties total targeted for California, Oregon and Washington. Why, it’s almost like they don’t need to flip those states blue.

Be sure to check the article by Natalie Winters  linked by BattleSwarm, especially the list of communities at the end that have been targeted for "cultural enrichment" by Soros and his cronies.

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It's also National Farmers' Day

 

So here's a big shout-out to the people who work hard to make sure we have so many of life's essentials, whether it's food or the clothes on our backs.

The Paco clan (on my father's side) were farmers going back to the early 18th century, when the first Paco was "transported" to the shores of this great country as an indentured servant (probably stole a silver spoon or a cow or something back in Old Blighty). For the last few generations, at least, the Pacos were primarily cotton farmers. My grandmother maintained what she called her "garden", which was, in reality, several acres planted in corn, melons, green beans and tomatoes, much of which she canned for her extended family. I have a cousin who raised cows and pigs before going into the lumber business, and there are others who lived from farming various cash crops.

Some of the happiest moments of my life were spent on grandma Paco's little vegetable farm, picking corn and green beans. We'd sit in the shade of her giant pecan trees in the late afternoon, snapping beans and shucking corn, and we'd drink cold apple cider that my Uncle Otha made using his apple press. Then, in the evening, we'd go inside for a supper of pot roast or picnic shoulder, and sides of rice and black-eyed peas (and green beans, of course) and hot, fresh, homemade yeast rolls - followed up with slices of yellow cake with milk-chocolate icing, and gallons of sweet iced tea. I still recollect the overwhelming sense of peace and contentment from those visits to the farm, and the genuine love we all felt for one another. My idea of heaven.

Happy Columbus Day!

 

Columbus, incidentally, is thought by some scholars to be of Jewish extraction - which, if ever confirmed, will no doubt give the maniac Left in this country, and their allies in the Tucker Carlson wing of Happy Dale, another reason to defame him. Meanwhile, however, I am glad to see that President Trump is treating this bold adventurer with the admiration he deserves.

Update  President Trump's Columbus Day declaration for 2026.