TOP 10 REASONS WHY MILEY CRIES

TOP 10 REASONS WHY MILEY CRIES:

10)  She is a spoiled brat.
(9)  She is a sexist who hates men with power.
(8)  She really identified with Hillary.
(7)  She kinda digs the brown pants suits!
(6)  She's a non-conformist or rebel.
(5)  Her Hollywood friends told her to.
(4)  She's a little goofy to start with.
(3)  She always gets her way (almost).
(2)  Not getting her way makes her spinny headed.
(1)  Hillary had promised her a cabinet position.

MILEY CYRUS IS CRYING TONIGHT - SEE MILEY CRY!

Miley Cyrus is crying tonight.  See Miley cry.  Cry, Miley, cry!

Donald Trump has announced most of his cabinet and while the choices are not all perfect, they represent such an improvement over the atrocities of the Obama left that it makes Miley cry!  There is much rejoicing in America as Miley cries.

Hollywood has failed!  While the left wingers spewed forth their venom and thought they had once again beguiled America, the common citizens of America have spoken.  Hollywood has lost its hold.  "Oh, foolish Americans, who hath beguiled you...?"  Well, they are not beguiled any longer!  It is no wonder that Miley cries.  Cry, Miley, cry!

I must point out of course, as NPR has been doing since the election, that Trump did not win the popular vote.  In fact, Hillary got about 2 million more popular votes than did Donald J. Trump.  I suppose we should, in fairness, abolish the electoral college retroactively.  At least, those individual electors who pledged to cast their votes according to the discretion of the American voters should now be free to dishonor their sacred duty--because they do not agree with the election's outcome.

But you see, Miley, if you do not believe now that the electoral college is a good idea, you are addressing the wrong audience.  The audience you should address is made up of the following Esquires:  James Madison, George Washington, Benjamin Franklin, John Adams, John Jay, Patrick Henry, Alexander Hamilton...., etc.  In their wisdom, they set up the American electoral process in 1787 (signed September 17, 1787).  They gave the final power to elect the President to a group of electors chosen by the individual states.  They withheld that power from the popular vote and they did it after careful and compromised negotiation.  It was James Madison who said, "Asking the common man to choose a president is like asking a blind man to choose colors."

Donald Trump is not the first president who failed to get a majority of the popular vote.  It has happened 5 times in American history.  Presidents who did not get the majority of the popular vote are:  John Quincy Adams (1824); Rutherford B. Hayes (1876); William Henry Harrison (1888), George W. Bush (2000) and Donald Trump (2016).

It was Thomas Jefferson who enjoined us that governments should not be changed "for light and transient causes."  Perhaps we should not rush to dismantle the electoral college system just because Miley's candidate is not going to sleep in the White House.







 

Why We Must Never ASSUME...

When we ASSUME things to be true, even when they are not, we get into logical quagmires.

An example?  When we ASSUME that the War Between the States was strictly a war about slavery, nothing else.

Or when we ASSUME that the South fought to preserve slavery.  Or that the Confederate flag is racist.

Let's digest that terrible word ASSUME.

ASS-U-ME.

When we ASSUME, it makes an ASS out of you, and an ASS out of me.

ASS-U-ME.

A very bad thing.

SHELBY FOOTE ON THE CONFEDERATE FLAG

If you have not heard Shelby Foote, the noted writer, comment on the Confederate flag, you owe it to yourself to listen to him for 2 minutes.  Here is a link:

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9J8P6WfS7w

Foote correctly relates that the Confederate flag was never about racism.  He says the Confederacy respected law and order above all else.

This may be the most interesting and most accurate brief discussion about the misunderstandings of the flag that I have ever heard.

JEFF SESSIONS TO HEAD THE JUSTICE DEPARTMENT

Perhaps I have been wrong.  Maybe there is justice, after all.  Jeff Sessions is going to be nominated as Attorney General of the United States!

 Eric Holder and Loretta Lynch are out.  There will be a housecleaning followed by a fumigation at the Department of Justice!  Justice will no longer be a politically correct, anti-police, progressive-Democrat machine.  It will be what it was before Obama; what it is supposed to be:  a federal agency that enforces law uniformly and fairly without regard to race, creed or color.

Miley Cyrus will just have to cry.  See Miley cry!  Cry, Miley!  Left wingers will just have to move to Canada.  (Canada doesn't want them, by the way)!

Thanks to Americans who are sick and tired of President Obama, Eric Holder, Loretta Lynch, Harry Reid, Nancy Pelosi and that bunch of outlaws, sanity rules again.  America voted!  And Jeff Sessions (What a perfect choice!) will replace Loretta Lynch as the Attorney General of the United States!  Thank you, Lord.

A LEFT WINGER FACES JOHN BELL HOOD AND NATHAN FORREST

"As Gen. Forrest would say, 'Talk is cheap.'"

It is said that the ghost of Gen. Nathan Bedford Forrest rides around the haunted battlefields of Tennessee, Alabama, Mississippi and Kentucky by night.  Some have reported the gray caped spirit of Gen. John Bell Hood in the woods around Chickamauga Creek.

Left wingers have the right to criticize the Confederacy and its politics.  But I'd like to see one of them carry on a conversation with Hood or Forrest regarding the honor of Confederate soldiers. I'd like to see one of them dishonor the Confederate flag in the presence of these men.  That would truly be a courageous act.

Frankly, I don't think our liberal friends have the stomach for such conversation.

John Bell Hood commanded the Army of Tennessee.  He fought at Gettysburg where he permanently lost the use of his left arm in battle.  Being transferred to the western front, Hood launched a massive attack into a gap in Union lines at the Battle of Chickamauga and had his right leg blown off.  In spite of these permanent and hideous wounds, Hood continued to fight for most of the remainder of the war.  You would not wish to argue character with General Hood.

Neither will wise men speak ill of the Southern spirit in the presence of Gen. Forrest.  Bedford was in his share of tough fights, before and after the war.  In 1841, Forrest's uncle was killed by several of the Matlock brothers in Hernando, Mississippi.  Bedford shot two of them with his two-shot pistol and wounded two more in a knife fight.  He stood 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weighed 210 pounds.  It is estimated that during the war Bedford personally killed 30 enemy soldiers.  He was known as a hard rider and fierce swordsman.  At the Battle of Fallen Timbers he charged a large group of enemy soldiers only to realize too late that his men had abandoned the charge to leave Forrest intermingling with the enemy alone.  Realizing his men were not with him, Forrest used his Colt and sabre to clear the road of enemy troops and galloped back to his own men.  A Union soldier attempted to dismount Forrest by pulling him off his horse.  Forrest yanked the man across the saddle in front of him, charged back to his own lines, then dropped the enemy soldier to the ground with a heavy thud. During this escapade, Forrest was shot in the back at point blank range with a musket.  A surgeon removed the ball without the benefit of anesthesia.  

At Brice's Cross Roads, Forrest commanded 500 troops when he encountered a Union force of 8,500 troops under Brig. Gen. Samuel D. Sturgis.  Forrest charged the northern troops and drove them from the field, having his horse shot from under him in the fight.  Biographers state that Forrest had 15 horses shot from under him during the war.  A conversation about the inadequacies of southern virtue is one that I would not wish to have with Mr. Forrest.

So when the sissy left wingers speak of kicking the a--es of Confederates, they do so only from the safety of television studios, wearing their lipstick, face powder and cheap cologne.

 As Gen. Forrest would say, "Talk is cheap."

POLITICAL CORRECTNESS INVADES DIXIE

It left its Northern base and stealthily crept along the base of the mountains, out of sight, then forded the Potomac to invade Virginia in the dead of night-- turning its deadly snake-like head toward the Deep South.

We call it political correctness.  It was a gradual invasion.  At first, it made some sense.  Offensive and hateful speech was targeted.  PC speech tried to be sensitive, caring, treating all of God's children with respect.  I applaud that.

Then, over the years PC got crazy.  In its extremes, PC began to practice the very things that it once condemned.  Whole sections of the nation were branded as racists or bigots.  Emblems were criminalized.  Ideas were demonized. Nothing was safe or simple any more. Restrooms for men and women aren't enough any more.  The Washington Redskins Cleveland Indians have to be renamed after 100 years.  Dixie isn't a PC tune, even at halftime at a southern university or high school.  The entire entertainment industry has been provided with PC indoctrination (brainwashing).  As far as we know, this was mostly voluntary.

The South is one of the kindest, compassionate and caring place in the world.  Nobody has manners, charm, smiles and welcome mats bigger or brighter than Charleston, Atlanta, Bowling Green, or Chapel Hill.

It is always an outsider who doesn't understand the South, has never lived in the South, cannot whistle Dixie if his life depended on it--those are the folks who try to use their version of PC to indict the South on bogus charges.  The South has been framed.

As a frog gigging, squirrel hunting, stump jumping, snuff dipping, log snaking, tractor pulling, turnip loving, slow drawling son of the South, I say, "Leave your PC stupidity at the Mason Dixon Line, where it belongs."  Come on down to Macon or Tupelo or Mobile and get a whiff of that warm Southern breeze.  Enjoy some really tolerant, sensible, compassionate, fun-loving Southern ladies and gentlemen.  Listen to them say "ya'll, fixin' to," or "How ya doin', Sugah?"  See them dig some crawdads and cook a fine pot of turnip greens with a turn of exquisite cornbread while you sip on real Southern sweet tea.

There's nothing to fear in the real South.  I promise you, you will not see one single slave. No brutal plantations, no African Americans being tormented by people with sheets over their heads. No burning crosses, no hate filled marches in the streets,  none of the imaginary stuff the PC pundits up North fantasize about. And our African-American citizens experience drastically fewer incidents of violence purpetrated by a po-lice officer than ya'll would see in places like Chicago, Gary, Indiana, Cleveland, Ohio, Baltimore, Maryland, or Newark, New Jersey.

The South is a place of friendly, enlightened people, sugar white beaches, tranquil blue waters, towering pines, carefully manicured lawns, mockingbirds, best selling authors, space engineers, iced tea, fine food, welcoming smiles, pleasant conversations and sitting on the front porch at night listening to the whip-0-wills along the hollow road.

Come visit us down heah in the South.  Just leave your PC at the Mason Dixon Line.  You can pick it up on your back north, if you decide it's worth going back to.  Most of ya'll stay here once you see how charming and gracious the South really is.  You will probably nevah go back north at all.  Heck, the furtherest north I've been in decades is Nashville.

P.S.  You may still see a few "confederate flags" down heah.  Not hate.  Culture.