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VERBATIM POST

** Please Note: This post recounts a story that disturbed me greatly and I don’t intend for ladies or young people to read it. But I do hope Christian men will read and sympathize and pray for me.**

I hope my readers forgive me for starting another post with a vague question. But given its nature and what prompted it, I’m sure no one will mind. Has someone ever confided in you with something — something so terrible — that it makes you sick and occupies your thoughts for days afterwards?

That happened to me recently. It was so demoralizing that, when combined with all the horrible news on TV, pulled me into a depression that I’ve been unable to shake. Maybe you’ve noticed that I haven’t been blogging as much lately? That’s why.

A young lady (who I’ll not identify further) told me about something that happened to her, shaping her psyche in (what seems to be) a permanent way. When she began her story, I wasn’t inclined to believe it, but the more I heard, the more convinced I was that it all happened as she said. Given the brutality in the news, the evil she described is easy to believe. What she told me, if true, is a sign that Hell has come to Earth — in the form of the black savage.

When she was seventeen, she attended a party with her boyfriend. They had a fight, and he left her there. A negro at the party offered her a ride home, but instead, took her to a house where he and his animal compatriots held the poor girl for days. You can imagine what happened during that time.

As maddening as that is, it’s not the part of the story that shook me. There was something worse. The rapist-animals had a sadistic and purely evil logic to their actions. They — by a thorough regimen of humiliation and rape — sought to brainwash the girl into freely giving them her virtue. In their sick minds, repeated rape will eventually turn the white-woman’s sexual appetite and for the rest of her life, she’ll reject healthy relationships with her kin, and seek out negros.

This is an urban-legend among the negros. I’ve heard them talk about it before (though it’s to my shame the beasts who mentioned it still walk the Earth). It even seems to be supported by pseudo-scientific fact. And I don’t know if it is a mixture of the Stockholm Syndrome (where, over time, kidnap victims begin to sympathize with their captors), the coddling and encouragement of miscegenation in pop-culture, and the psychological trauma that often prompts abuse victims to mimic their abusers, but this young girl submitted to their crime.

A young girl with none of the benefits of Christendom, confronted by these monsters, succumbed to them and has been sexually unhealthy ever since. She only dates negros (despite being an attractive girl) and has taken on extreme leftist views that are self-consciously hostile to whites. Her views seem almost like a coping mechanism.

In my interaction with this girl (a woman, now), I’ve told her that becoming a Christian can be an experience that overpowers her tragedy. Honestly, beyond that I don’t know what to say or do. I do know that if there is a God (and we know there is), He will not let this stand. This evil among us cannot continue.

Our elders are being robbed and murdered.

Our children are being burned alive in the streets.

And, our women — the heart of our hearths — are being brutalized and raped.

No Christian white-man with an ounce of blood left in his veins can stand by and allow this to happen — and on that, dear readers, I have set into motion my own plan of action that, for practical reasons, I will never mention again. But, sometimes, the only thing that keeps me going is faith that God has placed each of us in our time and place for a reason.

If the gates of Hell cannot prevail against His Church — and if we lonely few are all that’s left of His church — then imagine the power of our actions. Imagine the angels standing at my back as I type this.

It’s not mass-man and voting that will save us. It’s not the intellectuals. It’s not booze or drugs.

It’ll be the Christian Knights — riding forth holding the banner of Christ, with angels at their backs.

Levon Helm, key member of The Band, dead at age 71

Sad day here, but obviously expected, though not this quickly.

Levon Helm, singer of "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" for The Band, in final stages of cancer

Backup on Levon Helm, singer of "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" for The Band, in final stages of cancer

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It was a house in idyllic Woodstock, N.Y., rented for $125 a week and nicknamed for its distinctive pink paint job. The group would gather for hours at a time to create songs. Musicians would walk by a typewriter on the kitchen table, dash off a verse or two to a song, and wander off. A microphone once was placed on top of the hot-water heater in the basement. Although they lived in other houses nearby, the Big Pink became the place for them to live communally and make music.

In an age of war, riots and assassinations, the Band lived out a dream of simpler times. They dressed plainly, played tightly and did not upstage each other. The tall, lanky Robbie Robertson was an expert blues-rock guitarist and the group's best lyricist, his songs inspired in part by Bob Dylan and by his travels through the American South. The baby-faced Rick Danko was a fluid bassist and accomplished singer. The bearish Garth Hudson was an ingenious keyboardist of uncommon wit and emotion, while the sad-eyed Richard Manuel's haunting falsetto on "Whispering Pines," ''Tears of Rage" and others led drummer Levon Helm to call him the group's lead singer.

But for many Band admirers, honors belonged to Helm, whose life spanned and helped tell the history of rock 'n' roll, whose voice called back to the earliest days of American song.

The short, scrappy Helm, who died Thursday at age 71, had a bold tenor once likened to a town crier calling a meeting to order. He not only sang "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down," but inhabited it, becoming the Confederate Virgil Caine, "hungry, just barely alive"; his brother killed by the Yankees; the South itself in ruins. It was the kind of heartbreaking, complicated story and performance that had even Northerners rooting for the proud and desperate Virgil. Helm was also the musical leader on stage, and played drums loose-limbed and funky, shoulders hunched, head to the side when he sang.

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Sniper rifle manufacturer alleges political bias by Bank of America

WOW! It's coming hot and heavy.

Legal Insurrection
VERBATIM POST

McMillan International and its affiliates, based in Arizona, manufacture a variety of rifles and accessories, including highly regarding sniper rifles.

A reader called to my attention a Facebook post by McMillan alleging that Bank of America terminated its lending relationship for political reasons based on McMillan’s involvement with firearms manufacturing. The post is generating plenty of buzz at gun owner forums and Reddit.

Here is the Facebook post:

McMillan Fiberglass Stocks, McMillan Firearms Manufacturing, McMillan Group International have been collectively banking with Bank of America for 12 years. Today Mr. [_____], Senior Vice President, Marlet Manager, Business Banking, Global Commercial Banking came to my office. He scheduled the meeting as an “account analysis” meeting in order to evaluate the two lines of credit we have with them. He spent 5 minutes talking about how McMillan has changed in the last 5 years and have become more of a firearms manufacturer than a supplier of accessories.

At this point I interrupted him and asked “Can I possibly save you some time so that you don’t waste your breath? What you are going to tell me is that because we are in the firearms manufacturing business you no longer want my business.”
“That is correct” he says.

I replied “That is okay, we will move our accounts as soon as possible. We can find a 2nd Amendment friendly bank that will be glad to have our business. You won’t mind if I tell the NRA, SCI and everyone one I know that BofA is not firearms industry friendly?”

“You have to do what you must” he said.

“So you are telling me this is a politically motivated decision, is that right?”
Mr [___] confirmed that it was. At which point I told him that the meeting was over and there was nothing let for him to say.

I think it is import for all Americans who believe in and support our 2nd amendment right to keep and bare arms should know when a business does not support these rights. What you do with that knowledge is up to you. When I don’t agree with a business’ political position I can not in good conscience support them. We will soon no longer be accepting Bank of America credit cards as payment for our products.

Kelly D. McMillan
Director of Operations
McMillan Group International, LLC

I have an e-mail into several media relations contacts at Bank of America and will print any response.

[Note, I removed the name of the BofA employee, but it's public at the FB link]