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It's a Duck!

I think Republican’s and Tea Partier’s keep making a basic mistake; getting tangled in the tar babies the administration keeps setting in our path. We find ourselves debating these tar babies, and time marches on. Time is the friend of the corrupt. While we are fighting the right hand, we are unaware of what the left is doing.


          I urge you to pass the tar babies by, and reduce the actions of our foes to the lowest common denominator, and then act accordingly.


          For instance, Eric Holder, ‘If he looks like a duck, walks like duck and quacks like a duck… He’s a duck!!!’ If Obama, Pelosi, Leigh come to his defense, Well? ‘Birds of a feather, flock together.’ I think we have a flock of fowl. Ducks that is.


          Remember why they create these Tar Babies, ‘The devil is in the details.’


          We need to be ashamed because, ‘Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.’


          Holder needs to go jail and Obama needs to be impeached now; because, ‘Action speaks louder than words.’


                                      George Henry Nichols

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I would like to address the very basic foundation of civilization. Women. Do you think this is strange? Let us consider, and go back five hundred years. The new world was discovered, first here were the Spanish, then the French, and then the Dutch, and last on the scene were the English.

Why were the English so wildly successful? Because they brought their own women. The Spanish, the French, the Dutch came to rape the land of its riches and return home, but unable to resist the temtation of the local women, and considering them no more than animals, treating them with no respect, took up with them and turned them into whores and littered the countryside with bastards, and thus entrenched this idea into local cultures.

I ask you, who is going to fight and die for whores and bastards? Who is going to stand and build on them? While the English brought their own women, their wives, their daughters, the ones they loved, treasured, respected. Women who would give them futures, women worth building for, worth protecting, worth dying for. Women who grew into families, farms, companies, dynasties, and by 1776, country.

Yes, that’s right, when one speaks of love of country, when one is willing to die for country, what the hell do you think he’s talking about? His women! His mother, his wive, his daughters. This is what motivates a man. Ever notice the nose art of WWII combat planes, the vast majority were depictions of women. Why? Because that is what they were fighting for. Look at South and Central America, they are stagnate, why? Because of the legacy of bastards left behind by the Spanish, the French and the Dutch.

You focus in on any dynasty down there, and it is rooted in family, but there are few of them. Now look at the United States and Canada, it was built for and on the love and respect of the treasured woman. It used to be entrenched in the culture, the idea of the Lady, and the Gentleman who loved her, this common among the poor and rich alike, causing an upward trend in the culture as a whole.


If you doubt me, take a look at the world, take a look at history. The Greeks, the Romans, loved and adored their woman, the English, on who’s soil the sun never set, at one time, developed it into the idea of the Lady and the Gentleman who loved her, and was this not embraced by all the classes, did not every woman aspire to be a Lady, and every man a gentleman.

Look at the fall of these empires, they crumbled right along with the families as the attitude towards the woman changed. Look at Africa, they have never done a damn thing, and they consider their women slaves and cows. Look at the Arabs, who we fight today, they do not even allow flowers in the field, they cover them up, and hid them away, and they are barbaric people, a culture of death.

So think hard, and consider what I say before you dismiss it as old fashion thinking, for wasn’t it old fashion thinking that gave us the Greeks, the Romans, the Great British Empire? In the forties, we had to fight the evils of Germany, where Hitler viewed the woman as a source to build an army, go and read the ‘Rise and Fall of the Third Reich’, as see if what I say is not true. Look at Japan before and during the war, need I go on?

I hear you cry out for freedom, liberty, justice, but why is it you want these things, so you can go on treating women like candy, to be eaten and consumed, and discarded when they grow old like expired milk, littering the countryside with bastards, creating girls with no morels so you have a new crop of candies to be consumed and discarded. I promise you, the men who died to give you these things, freedom, liberty and justice did so for their women, so they could love them and adore them and grow them into families, farms, companies, dynasties, country. Do you think you can secure freedom, liberty and justice when your motives are to rape, molest and destroy? There are three things that motivate a man, food, sleep and sex, and sex is the greatest of the three. Woman. Think about it.


So if you are concerned with the New World Order, the loss of democracy, the poisoning of our water supply, the abuse of monopolies, then I say to you, go home to your wives first. Give them the love and respect they deserve. If your wife is estranged, go and find her, tell her you are sorry for being a fool, and take her back in, care for her, provide for her and respect her for the gift that she is. Love your children, teach them, take the time to tell them the stories, Chicken Little, The Emperors New Clothes, The Tar Baby, Cinderella, Rumpelstilzchen, The three Little pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, ‘you don’t dress your pretty little girl up in a nice red cape and hood and send her out among wolves, they are going to eat her!’ No wait! Maybe you are the wolves?

Wake up! If you have littered the country side with bastards, go, gather them up, tell them you were a fool, bring them home, love them, teach them, tell them the stories, and if you do not know the stories, than learn them, maybe you might do some growing. Do not use the updated politically correct versions, go back to the original stories, the ones with the bite, the ones that taught life’s lessons.

Let me ask you, do you have a home? Or a house? If you are in a fox hole, and a woman is next to you, who are you fighting for? If you are working in a factory, and a woman is working next to you, for whom do you work? If you are a leader, with a fine suit in a tall building, and a woman is next to you, leading, for whom are you leading? If the women are going to fight for us, build for us and lead us, why not stay at the house and watch the TV and drink beer? Look around, just what is it you see? You can cry out for freedom, liberty and justice, but you will never secure it, if you are not motivated to get off your ass and act!!!

Food, Sleep and Sex, a good women will motivate you to do, whatever it is that needs to be done, for a cherished woman is worth dying for. Let us not forget, that is the price.


I can hear you now!!! Belly aching over it is her own damn fault. She is the one who wanted a job, a career, who wanted to be more. Yes, I can hear you. Well I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it is your fault. You failed to celebrate her, instead you went on and on about how important you were. How you had to go to work everyday, how you had to bring home the bacon, how she would be nothing if it was not for the man. Yes, I can hear you.

Let me ask you again, do you have a home, or a house? Who is rearing your children? You? Your woman? Or the schools, the day cares, the after school programs, the gangs, the government? Think about it. Who is going to care for you in your old age? The children reared by the schools, the daycares, the after school programs, the gangs, the government? Or the children reared by your wives, who love you? Answer me, I implore you. Tell me, I want to know.

Who are these kids going to love? Remember, there are three motivators, Food, Sleep and Sex. Who are the children going to love? The ones that fed them, that provided their shelter, which taught them about life, right or wrong.

If you give up your wives, if you do not recognize how important she is to the culture, as a woman, as a mother, as the temper of community, if you do not celebrate their importance, and love them, provide for them, protect them, then you also give up your children, and they are the future.

You threw out these old fashion ideas, and here, now is the future you reaped. Look at it. Seems to be the same one you are bitching about. The same one that seems to be bound to enslave you, to destroy you, to bring you to your knees.

If you think these kids do not resent being reared by the schools, the day cares, the gangs, the government, then why is the future what it is? Yes, they resent it, look around, and Wake up! It is indeed the man’s own fault. I implore you, think about it!


You know, when I was a kid, I would come home from school and my mother would have a piece of fruit or a candy bar waiting for me, sometime during the day my bed got made, she would ask me how school was. If I was overly cheerful, or melancholic, she would ask me why.

This was the rule throughout the neighborhood, mothers were at home. So there was very little I could do that my mother didn’t know about. I fell out of a tree once, some 12 feet, landed on my back, knocked the wind out of me, and I was having trouble catching my breath. One of the neighbor mothers saw it, did she panic, call 911, no. She grabbed me up by my arm, dragged me home, and knocked on our door. She told mother what happen, mother grabbed me up, had a good look at me and said he’s alright Smitty, want a cup of coffee?

That was that. I learned, just because you fall out of a tree, it is not the end of the world, if you are not hurt, then get over it. My brother and I were out once goofing off, and I broke my arm, did we panic, call 911? No. We went home, dad looked at it, said, ‘Yep, it’s broke’, and took me over to see Doctor Parker, he fixed it, right there in his office. Told dad how and when to take the cast off, told Dad not to bring him back unless something is wrong with him. Neither time did mom nor dad get upset, its just life. I learned that day, even if you do get hurt, it’s not the end of the world.

At no time did I feel unloved. Dinner was always on the table when dad got home from work, and we sat down together as a family, and we had dinner conversation. Many things were discussed over dinner, when dinner was over, dad instructed us to thank mother for dinner. When it was time for bed, mother always tucked us in, and helped us to say a pray to thank God for the day, regardless of how it went, and then she would tell us a story. At the time, I just thought it was a story, but today I find I apply those stories on regular bases.


When I asked my father a question, he would ask me 10. It used to frustrate the hell out of me, but looking back on it I realize, he was teaching me to think. My mother would tell me, do what your teachers say, don’t give them any trouble, or you will have trouble double when you get home. But… When they start jumping off the cliff, you come home.

I would asked about something, and I would say, well Joe says this, and Randy says that, and mother would ask, what do you say? What do you think? Don’t let Randy and Joe do your thinking, consider what they say, but do your own thinking.

Dad taught me how to fish, how to hunt and handle a gun in a safe manner, he would say, don’t ever point a gun at anyone unless you intend to kill them, because if you point a gun at them, they are going to kill you. You don’t point a gun at someone and pull the trigger to kill, you do so to stay alive! He taught me how to dress game, from the hoof to the dinner table, how to grow a garden, how to take care of myself, when nobody else would.

He taught me how to be a team member, how to do my job to the best of my ability, so even if the team lost, it was not my fault. He taught me to be a gracious winner, as well as a gracious loser. He taught me to treat every girl as a lady, as you would treat your own mother, for she is the mother of tomorrow, and being a mother is the most important of all jobs, for in the hands of mothers is where the future lies, it is why he went to work every day. At the time I did not understand of what he spoke, but now I do, the children are the future, and they are who rears them. So again I say, you fear one world government, well go home and tell your wives you love them and rear your children.

So do you doubt me? Who is feeding your children, KFC, Taco Bell, Pizza Hut, Alfie’s Fish and Chips, Who? Who is making their beds? Who is helping them with their home work? Who is teaching them about love and sex? Who? I want to know? Who is teaching them about life? Who? Well, I can tell you, if it is not their Mothers, then money is feeding them, if it is not their Mothers, then they are sleeping in unmade dirty beds, if Mother is not helping with their homework, then how do you know what they are learning?

If their Mothers and Fathers are not teaching them about love and sex, than who? The Government, that’s who, and they are leaving out the part about love and teaching them to masturbate, passing out condoms and telling them to go for it, and if you accidentally make a baby, that’s okay too, we will just suck it right out of the girl, and everything will be alright.

And you wonder why the world is what it is. The world is what you made it. You reap what you sow, take a look at your crop. You wonder why children have no sense of style, why the tattoos, the piercings, the crazy hair, the lack of manners, common curtsies, concern for others? Wonder why they are resentful, filled with hate? Are you wondering why? Again, tell me who reared them? You wonder why they love money? Who fed them, really? Was it money, or mother’s hand. Tell me, I want to know!

You know there is a big health care grab going on in the US right now, know what that’s about? I do. And it is not going to turn out very well. If you were smart, you would buy stock in funeral homes and cemeteries, because they are fixing to use health care to bury the hippies, who sowed this crop. People, the chickens have come home to roost.


So, to put it buntly, if you want to fix Global Warming, Clean up the water, solve energy problems, clean up the oil spills, bring government back into line, restore the Constitution, improve the schools...ect..ect...ect..... Then we must quit killing our babies before they are born, and put our women back on a pedetal and celebrate them for the gift they are. ©


George Henry Nichols



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The Tar Baby



I am new here to the tea party… I embrace your values, and the constitution. But let me point out, I am Catholic, before I am anything. I am a free man. What is the price of freedom, death… It was Christ who taught us this. So…??? What makes me free? The fact I will live no other way, least I die. Through the resurrection of Christ, we have no fear of death, so we are free… To live free. Take this Easter to consider this gift, and the power it puts in your hands to change the world. Another question I’d like you to consider, do you want the American Way to return for yourself? Or because it’s the right thing to do?


Remember a few words of JFK, “Ask not what your country can do for you, instead, Ask, what you can do for your country.” And, “We choose to do these things not because they are easy, but because they are hard.”


We are making a fundamental mistake in our thinking. There is an old saying… “The devil is in the details.” We are playing the democrat’s game, we are in the mire. The devil fights best in the mud. And in the mud is were he wants to keep you, cause he can whip your ass in the mud. Get out of the mire. If what you are doing is the right thing, then why would it lead to mud?


First of all you have to back off a moment, get off the field, go up into the bleachers, and have a look at it from on high, and you’ll see they are not playing the game, they have you playing.


What is the game?… Man is an animal, no getting around it, and as an animal, he has three basic motivating factors…Food, sleep and sex. In that order. Food, sleep and sex. The driving forces behind liberalism focuses on these three. Think about it… Food Stamps… Housing… Free condemns.

Get the picture?


          Our grandparents, and theirs before them, condensed wisdom into the form of ole sayings. Something the hippy’s thought was stupid, and threw out, and didn’t teach it to their children.


Things like, “Birds of a feather flock together.” “A stitch in time saves nine.” “Well done, is better than well said.” “Action speaks louder than words.” “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” “A fool and his money are soon parted.” “Feed a cat, and he’s yours.” “I’m not your friend, I’m your father.”  “I carry a gun not to kill, but to stay alive.” “You’ve got the horse before the cart.” “First punch wins the fight.” “If it’s worth doing, then it’s worth doing well.” “If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck, quacks like a duck… It’s a duck.” “High tide lifts all boats.” A man might be king of his castle, but a woman rules the root.”


          I think much of our thinking could be cleared up if we would go back and read some bedtime stories (out of very old books). Like; “The Emperor’s New Clothes.” Obama is running around as naked as a jaybird, and nobody can see it.


“The Three Little Pigs.” “The Little Red Hen. ”Midas.” “Little Red Hiding Hood.” For God’s sake… You don’t dress your little girls up in a nice red hood and cape and then send her out among wolves. And then act suprized when she’s eaten. “The Tar Baby.”


The Tar Baby… The Democrats are using exactly that against us in the public arena. This is one of the reasons incumbents have got to go, because they are tangled in the tar baby. That’s what these ginned up news stories are all about, each one is no more than a new tar baby. Quit touching it! Quit struggling! Learn the game, and just like Briar Rabbit, use who they are, against them.


                    Gary Bernius 

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