I am very disgusted with Our Government right now, not the one Our President is trying to build and stand proud again, but the creeps that are still in these areas that support the ‘money in MY pocket and to hell with the little people called Americans’...
I support Our President 100% and I support Q and I do believe with us ‘deplorables’ being United we can make our Country Great Again and can hang these evil, vile scum on every picket fence in America for the buzzards to eat!!!
To SkyPilot: Thank you for standing strong along with Bagster and a lot of others; To all of us women who are the most fierce beings on earth: We are the ones that stand behind Great Men, and We are the ones that give the Men on the Front Lines the courage to stand up and destroy all of those evil, vile scum to fall and wither into dust!!! And we are the ones who know that God is with us every step of the way...along with Our Men that go out into the filth that has been applied to Our Great Country and is fighting to Make America Great Again...
March on people, today is another day to pick up our children, support our Men and stand behind the battle lines to hand Our Men a loaded weapon, food and water and the Word of God to carry on!!!
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Bagster
Amen. Well put. Thanks.
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)
The Female of the Species
WHEN the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can.
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
‘Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale.
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man’s timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn’t his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husbands, each confirms the other’s tale
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Man, a bear in most relationsworm and savage otherwise,
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his angerDoubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issueto the scandal of The Sex!
But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pitymust not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversionsnot in these her honour dwells
She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate.
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
She is wedded to convictionsin default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!
He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
Unprovoked and awful chargeseven so the she-bear fights,
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisonseven so the cobra bites,
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguishlike the Jesuit with the squaw!
So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justicewhich no woman understands.
And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not governshall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.
E carried me away To where a dooli lay, An a bullet come an drilled the beggar clean. E put me safe inside, An just before e died, 'I ope you liked your drink, sez Gunga Din. So Ill meet im later on At the place where e is gone Where its always double drill and no canteen. Ell be squattin on the coals Givin drink to poor damned souls, An Ill get a swig in hell from Gunga Din! Yes, Din! Din! Din! You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din! Though Ive belted you and flayed you, By the livin Gawd that made you, Youre a better man than I am, Gunga Din! |