Red-Faced Rabble
They came. They saw. They didn’t conquer. They sure left a mess, though. The crowd for the One Nation Rally skulked home after producing a crowd of only about 185,000 – and that’s a very generous estimate. Some news reports estimated tens of thousands, not hundreds of thousands. The organizers must be very red-faced, almost as red-faced as the producers of the “No Pressure” video.
The Liberal, socialist, communist protesters weren’t red-faced. Shameless, unabashed, and totally without conscience, they left behind all their trash. They left it right where they dropped it, some of them. Others crammed manufactured signs into overflowing wastebaskets and left American flag signs laying on the ground, like trash.
To them, the American flag is trash. Years ago, back in the Sixties, they burned it. Now they just throw it away in the garbage, like garbage. They littered the grounds of the mall with empty bottles, bags, wrappers, and who knows what else. They didn’t even try to emulate the Tea Party and Glenn Beck crowds who have left the National Mall spotless every time they’ve assembled there.
I was so sure they’d want to show us up and leave The Mall neat and tidy. If I were a bettin’ gal, I would have bet a week’s wages on it. But I would have lost. Thank goodness they’re so thick-headed and stubborn. America, especially Young America, which wasn’t around during the Sixties, got to see it in real time.
Two Halloween stores I visited this weekend were replete with Sixties era, groovy costumes. Hippie costumes, Beatnik costumes, Flower Children costumes. You could dress up like John Lennon or Elvis Presley (well, he was more Fifties and more patriotic). Love beads and peace signs. There was only one Colonial Era costume in sight, which I guess is a good thing.
The children back in the Sixties wanted to dress up like Hippies on Halloween, too. They weren’t quite sure what Beatniks were. We all knew who The Beatles were, though I don’t remember anyone dressing up like the Beatles on Oct. 31st. But the Hippies! The Flower Children! They dressed in bright colors and sang simple songs about pot-smoking dragons and tacky little houses.
My parents said not in this lifetime. By the time I was old to know better (and it didn’t take very long), the Hippies were the last people I wanted to emulate. By the time I reached adulthood, I learned what the peace sign was and would have nothing to do with it.
For some reason, kids didn’t equate Hippies with the violent people like Bill Ayers bombing buildings, setting fires to cars (and sometimes themselves), and throwing things at soldiers returning from Vietnam. They just couldn’t be the same, groovy people.
Kids today don’t know about the riots in Newark and Haight-Ashbury (that’s a street corner in San Francisco). They don’t know the truth about the fabled Kent State incident, a riot begun the night before by drunken students when the mayor shut the bars down. The riots the next morning were simply a continuation of the activities of the evening before, with drunken students blindly taking orders from socialist organizers to throw rocks at the National Guard troops, called in to restore order, if not sanity.
They don’t know the truth about the peace sign. The media accepts the hare-brained fable that the sign was derived from the marine signal flags for the letters “N” and “D”, representing the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament.
According to the website jesusissavior.com, this thing we have known as the “peace sign” throughout the 1960's and into the present day, “is the Teutonic rune of death. 1950's peace advocate Gerald Holtom may have been commissioned by communist sympathizer Bertrand Russell to design a symbol to unite leftist peace marchers in 1958. It is clear that either Holtom or Russell deemed the Teutonic (Neronic) cross as the appropriate symbol for their cause.
“Throughout the last 2,000 years, this symbol has designated hatred of Christians. Nero, who despised Christians, crucified the Apostle Peter on a cross head downward. This hideous event resembled the Teutonic cross and became a popular pagan insignia of the day. Thereafter, this sign became known as the ‘Neronic cross.’
“The symbol's origin in history proves it to be the visual mystic character for 'Aum' (the split 'Y'). This is the sacred word to the Hindu. Chanting ‘aum’ is supposed to help awaken 'the serpent power of Brahma' at the base of the human spine. Occultist Albert Pike also identifies this symbol as mystical in his book on Freemasonry Morals and Dogma.
“The peace symbol (also called the ‘broken cross,’ ‘crow's foot,’ ‘witch's foot,’ ‘Nero’s cross,’ and the ‘symbol of the Anti-Christ’) according to one religious website is actually a cross with the arms broken. It also signifies the ‘gesture of despair’ and the ‘death of man.’”
Encircled, it bears a resemblance to the astronomical symbol for earth, with the latitudinal line – the equator – broken. The end of the world. And they jeer at Tea Partiers who dress up in Colonial costumes. Yet they blithely sell our children this miserable symbol and send them out on Halloween wearing this thing.
These were not peaceful people who trampled the National Mall, strewing it and the World War II Memorial with their filth. They have come. They have seen. And they want to conquer the world. And your children.
No matter how much your kids protest, don’t let them – ever – wear or display “The Peace Sign.”
The Liberal, socialist, communist protesters weren’t red-faced. Shameless, unabashed, and totally without conscience, they left behind all their trash. They left it right where they dropped it, some of them. Others crammed manufactured signs into overflowing wastebaskets and left American flag signs laying on the ground, like trash.
To them, the American flag is trash. Years ago, back in the Sixties, they burned it. Now they just throw it away in the garbage, like garbage. They littered the grounds of the mall with empty bottles, bags, wrappers, and who knows what else. They didn’t even try to emulate the Tea Party and Glenn Beck crowds who have left the National Mall spotless every time they’ve assembled there.
I was so sure they’d want to show us up and leave The Mall neat and tidy. If I were a bettin’ gal, I would have bet a week’s wages on it. But I would have lost. Thank goodness they’re so thick-headed and stubborn. America, especially Young America, which wasn’t around during the Sixties, got to see it in real time.
Two Halloween stores I visited this weekend were replete with Sixties era, groovy costumes. Hippie costumes, Beatnik costumes, Flower Children costumes. You could dress up like John Lennon or Elvis Presley (well, he was more Fifties and more patriotic). Love beads and peace signs. There was only one Colonial Era costume in sight, which I guess is a good thing.
The children back in the Sixties wanted to dress up like Hippies on Halloween, too. They weren’t quite sure what Beatniks were. We all knew who The Beatles were, though I don’t remember anyone dressing up like the Beatles on Oct. 31st. But the Hippies! The Flower Children! They dressed in bright colors and sang simple songs about pot-smoking dragons and tacky little houses.
My parents said not in this lifetime. By the time I was old to know better (and it didn’t take very long), the Hippies were the last people I wanted to emulate. By the time I reached adulthood, I learned what the peace sign was and would have nothing to do with it.
For some reason, kids didn’t equate Hippies with the violent people like Bill Ayers bombing buildings, setting fires to cars (and sometimes themselves), and throwing things at soldiers returning from Vietnam. They just couldn’t be the same, groovy people.
Kids today don’t know about the riots in Newark and Haight-Ashbury (that’s a street corner in San Francisco). They don’t know the truth about the fabled Kent State incident, a riot begun the night before by drunken students when the mayor shut the bars down. The riots the next morning were simply a continuation of the activities of the evening before, with drunken students blindly taking orders from socialist organizers to throw rocks at the National Guard troops, called in to restore order, if not sanity.
They don’t know the truth about the peace sign. The media accepts the hare-brained fable that the sign was derived from the marine signal flags for the letters “N” and “D”, representing the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament.
According to the website jesusissavior.com, this thing we have known as the “peace sign” throughout the 1960's and into the present day, “is the Teutonic rune of death. 1950's peace advocate Gerald Holtom may have been commissioned by communist sympathizer Bertrand Russell to design a symbol to unite leftist peace marchers in 1958. It is clear that either Holtom or Russell deemed the Teutonic (Neronic) cross as the appropriate symbol for their cause.
“Throughout the last 2,000 years, this symbol has designated hatred of Christians. Nero, who despised Christians, crucified the Apostle Peter on a cross head downward. This hideous event resembled the Teutonic cross and became a popular pagan insignia of the day. Thereafter, this sign became known as the ‘Neronic cross.’
“The symbol's origin in history proves it to be the visual mystic character for 'Aum' (the split 'Y'). This is the sacred word to the Hindu. Chanting ‘aum’ is supposed to help awaken 'the serpent power of Brahma' at the base of the human spine. Occultist Albert Pike also identifies this symbol as mystical in his book on Freemasonry Morals and Dogma.
“The peace symbol (also called the ‘broken cross,’ ‘crow's foot,’ ‘witch's foot,’ ‘Nero’s cross,’ and the ‘symbol of the Anti-Christ’) according to one religious website is actually a cross with the arms broken. It also signifies the ‘gesture of despair’ and the ‘death of man.’”
Encircled, it bears a resemblance to the astronomical symbol for earth, with the latitudinal line – the equator – broken. The end of the world. And they jeer at Tea Partiers who dress up in Colonial costumes. Yet they blithely sell our children this miserable symbol and send them out on Halloween wearing this thing.
These were not peaceful people who trampled the National Mall, strewing it and the World War II Memorial with their filth. They have come. They have seen. And they want to conquer the world. And your children.
No matter how much your kids protest, don’t let them – ever – wear or display “The Peace Sign.”
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