To those who feel I am racist….

I have been called racist for my criticism of obombya. (I refuse to give a title of honor to someone who is so willingly trying to destroy my country.) While it is true I don’t like the man, the motivation for my dislike has nothing to do with skin color. The following article paints a very good picture of what I base my disdain on. ( For the record, I hated bush too!)

It is my opinion that our president and many of our elected officials need to be not only arrested and/or impeached, but tried for treason against the Constitution of the United States of America. The very document our so called elected leaders swear an oath to uphold.


The Genius of the Man Named Lemmy

Below you will find lyrics from 3 songs by the great band Motörhead. The first is about money. The 2nd two are about humans. I think they are spot on accurate.


I am the one, orgasmatron the outstretched grasping hand
My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
Two thousand years of misery of torture in my name
Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore

I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
And still you play the sycophant and revel in my pain
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
I am the politician and I decide your fate

I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave
Your bones will build my palace, your eyes will stud my crown
For I am Mars, the God of war and I will cut you down

               March or Die;

The beast behind our eyes is loose
The day has come, the day has come
We march to Armageddon
Hungry for the war

I see the hated enemy
I see what I was taught to see
And one of us will bend the knee
We understand the law

The blood lust jerks our legs to march
Fife and drum, fife and drum
Our eyes are fixed and fearless
Searching for the war

Our statesmen deal in blood and lies
100 million stifled cries
100 million wasted lives
Already gone before

So march or die, march or die
The stench of death is in the sky
We never fail to satisfy
We rend with tooth and claw

Sword and shield and jackboot heel
We love to kill, we love to kill
We love to taste our own blood
Squirm in our own gore

Children weep and widows wail
Our education systems fail
To hide our guilt we build more jails
And we shall build still more

Our forests die, the stranglehold
That we put on the earth for gold
Will yet increase ten thousand fold
And no one knows what for

March and die, march and die
Defecate, despoil and lie
Cheat, dissemble, preach and spy
Build your house of straw

Laugh and cry, laugh and cry
Bloody sunset drowns the sky
For earth the heal then we must die
No-one deserves it more

I tell you we are doomed my friends
Our time is come, our time is come
We live within a charnel house
Rotten to the core

We glorify lust, greed and pain
We drown our hope in poison rain
We point the finger, shift the blame
Ambition makes us whores

March or croak, march or croak
All your lives a cosmic joke
Fill your days with piss and smoke
The wolf waits at your door

Burn and dance, burn and dance
Sex, death, torture, false romance
Whoop and howl, you have no chance
Burn and rise no more
Burn and rise no more


             Brotherhood of Man;

Now your time has come, a storm of iron in the sky,
War and murder come again, lucky if you die.
No way to rescue destiny, scream a curse in vain,
You will never be remembered, no one knows your name.

When the music changes then all is broken down,
Mighty cities laid to ruin, burning to the ground.
Murder is become the law; you cannot make a stand,
Chaos rules the world now mortal, Brotherhood of man.

You cannot hide the truth from me I know what’s in your heart,
Greed and jealousy each equal, all your days now dark.
Mighty mountains fall in dust, the world falls into hell,
Faith in lying prophets, no one to life the spell.

Monsters rule your world are you too scared to understand?
You shall be forever judged and you shall surely hang.
We live and scrape in misery; we die by our own hand,
And still we murder our own children, Brotherhood of Man.

Blood on all our hands we cannot hope to wash them clean,
History is mystery do you know what it means?
Slaughter, kill and fighting still and murdered where we stand.
Our legacy is lunacy. Brotherhood of man.
We are worse than animals, we hunger for the kill,
We put our faith in maniacs the triumph of the will.
We kill for money, wealth and lust, for this we should be damned,
We are disease upon the world, Brotherhood of man.

Now I understand the sentiment is harsh. I don’t fully believe we are beyond redemption. However, the blood of our children IS on each and every one of our hands, if we don’t change. If we don’t stand up to the tyrannical pigs. If we sit back and watch these evil demons destroy us. We have the numbers, that much is certain. That’s why they want us disarmed. That’s why they poison us with vaccines and dumb us down with fluoride. That’s why they bought 2 billion bullets. We out number them 100 million to 1.

We have the numbers to win, but do we have the will?