Posted on 01/20/2019 5:30:04 PM PST by Impala64ssa
What kind of a name was Gillette anyway? Looks like a small Gill, sounds like a small Jill and French.
I bet that smug little bastard rich lowry never thought this would happen.TRUMP CURSE strikes again.
The National Review is a tiny symptom, not the problem.
The problem is, the pace of technology is outrunning humans’ ability to assimilate it. Many people have having dangerous mental disturbances as a result.
There is mass hysteria over everything.
Some think global warming is going to kill them, and soon.
Some think people from the “other” political party are going to ruin the country and make it an unlivable hell.
Some think they will be put into camps soon.
Some think a civil shooting war is imminent, and/or a total economic collapse that will end the world.
When was the last time you read anything optimistic about anything?
As a human race, we are better off than ever in history and yet everybody’s a nervous effing wreck.
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Just randomly arrived at your post. In one paragraph, you succinctly captured the zeitgeist of today’s world. Your second sentence nails the problem.
The Trump curse. Hoist with their own petard.
“Lawsuit!!”
We have never sued anyone, but we have an excellent personal lawyer. He is an old time democrat and no one would ever know that he is a lawyer until they meet him in court and lose.
I/we have used him 3 times to reverse bs being leveled at members of our family or failure of libs to due their job of protecting the citizens they were elected to represent.
The mention of his name and “We will see you in court. The Salvation Army will own all that you own after you lose in court.”
That has settled the bs and stopped the lies.
Then, their Pearl Clutching FR Trolls join in the hate Trump bs while claiming they support our President!
Reply to Post #58- More backstory on the drum-beater.
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https://www.omaha.com/news/nation/who-is-nathan-phillips-years-ago-omaha-tribe-member-said/article_6cc049c4-d6d8-5e3c-8ee6-939a203682af.html
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The following article, written by Matt Kelley, originally ran in the Omaha World-Herald on Nov. 26, 2000.
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Washington, D.C. — For 26 days now, Nebraska native Nathan Phillips has conducted a personal, somewhat eccentric vigil on Washington’s National Mall.
Joined by his companion, Shoshana Konstant, and their two small children, Phillips plans to spend all of November praying for his fellow American Indians from one of three tepee lodges he’s set up on an expanse of grass between the Washington Monument and the White House.
A member of Nebraska’s Omaha Tribe, Phillips says he doesn’t consider himself a protester but rather a man answering a call to honor his people and his Creator.
“I would call myself a spiritual runner, “ he said.
Born and raised in Lincoln, Phillips conducted his first monthlong prayer session last year in conjunction with Native American Heritage Month. Joined by Konstant and their kids — 3-year-old Zakiah and 14-month-old Alethea — Phillips spends his time praying and tending to a fire inside a canvas lodge that for weeks has served as the family’s primary home.
Those searching for a neatly packaged social studies lesson, however, won’t find it at Nathan Phillips’ prayer lodge.
While friendly enough, Phillips directs most onlookers away from the lodge where he lives, sleeps and prays. He asks them instead to peek inside two other lodges set up nearby — one for storage and one for display. And he almost always demurs when tourists ask him to pose for photos.
“They want us to be happy Indians for them, “ he said. “They don’t want to hear about the struggle.”
That struggle, as Phillips explains it, involves centuries of religious, economic and cultural oppression of American Indians.
More personally, he says, it involves his own fight against alcoholism, a childhood floating through foster homes in Nebraska, and an early adulthood spent first in the Marine Corps and later being thrown in and out of jail.
Now 45, Phillips has been sober for 16 years. He met Shoshana Konstant, a former middle school teacher, in 1990. For several years, the couple bounced around the country agitating on behalf of American Indians being displaced from their homelands.
They settled in Washington, D.C., about six years ago, Phillips said, after their truck broke down and caught fire during a demonstration in front of the White House.
When asked about his reasons for living for 30 days on the Mall, Phillips doesn’t offer an easy or quick answer.
“It’s just everything, “ he says, sitting beside the fire. “We’ve got so many issues in Indian country.”
After struggling for a few more minutes, Phillips expands his cause to include suffering children in Africa and the soldiers left missing in action in Vietnam.
“This is not just for the Indian people, “ he says. “It’s for everybody.”
In fact, Phillips and Konstant seem better able to live their cause than to explain it.
Their lodge flaps and creaks in the cold autumn wind. At the center, the well-fed fire burns from a square, iron platform required by the National Park Service.
A buffalo skull and small bundles of sage, cedar and sweet grass form the basis of a ceremonial altar at one side of the lodge.
Sleeping pads line two sides of the fire. Everywhere there is evidence of everyday life: blankets, pillows, children’s toys, a box of doughnuts, a cell phone.
Outside, a sizable pile of firewood props up a black-and-white POW-MIA flag and a banner of the Omaha Tribe in Iowa and Nebraska.
Phillips’ dog, Jake, watches over the encampment, sounding an alarm when strangers approach.
For now, the lodge serves also as the family’s home between homes.
For years, Phillips and Konstant lived out of a run-down house in Washington frequented by itinerant hippies. More recently, they moved into an unfinished basement rented out by a storeowner in Washington’s Mount Pleasant neighborhood.
This month, they’re moving into a better place, Phillips said, with a reliable landlord, a lease and a roof that doesn’t leak.
Back in Nebraska, Omaha tribal Chairman Elmer Blackbird did not return calls seeking comment about Phillips’ vigil.
Privately, another tribal leader said Phillips is regarded back in Nebraska as a well-intentioned brother struggling to cope with a troubled childhood. The leader said the Omaha Tribe generally avoids the type of activism Phillips prefers.
“He’s just trying to find his way, “ the leader said. “Let him find it.”
In Washington, Phillips’ high-profile patch of real estate attracts the attention of all sorts of people.
Floyd Wilson, an area resident who works for the federal government, stopped by one cold morning recently to offer Phillips coffee and a few stacks of cedar firewood. Wilson said he wanted to show his support after sitting and listening to Phillips.
“I’m bringing him coffee, “ Wilson grinned. “I’m bringing him love. I’m bringing him peace, happiness and goodness.”
At other times, tourists stop by for snapshots. Homeless people stop by for shelter. Boorish people stop by to offer uninvited advice and to reinforce their own prejudices about American Indians.
The Washington Post even stopped by, publishing a lengthy essay last week connecting Phillips’ vigil to a well-mannered protest of Thanksgiving.
Although Phillips did begin his annual fast on Thanksgiving Day, he said the holiday actually has little to do with his presence on the Mall.
Officially, Phillips says, the vigil is to benefit his organization: the Native Youth Alliance.
Kneeling on one knee and one foot, Phillips talks excitedly about creating “culturally appropriate” homes for Indian children who have been separated from their parents. The idea, he says, is to keep kids connected to their culture.
It’s a personal issue for Phillips, who was forcibly removed from his parents’ home at age 5.
Later, Phillips says he also wants to found Head Start for American Indian children, along with a community center and health-care facility.
Phillips’ stated goals range from the practical to the dreamy.
While Konstant soon will start work at a local Head Start, Phillips concedes that his organization remains far away from its other goals. He has no office, no funding, no grants and no one working for him.
And at times, Phillips seems as much caught up in his own spiritual journey as the practical aspects of running an organization.
A construction worker by trade, Phillips works odd jobs when he can find them. But he says his personal dreams usually take precedence over the American dream.
“Why can’t I just be an American, “ he asks himself aloud, “get my contracting license, get a Range Rover and buy a $20,000 bass boat?”
Then, he tries to answer his own question.
“There is a purpose for all this, “ he continues, gesturing around the lodge. “I just don’t know it yet.”
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see Post #89
regarding the fellow beating the drum
The jig is up. There is only really one party in DC. These guys have been rolling us for three decades.
NeverTrumpers are all too often NeverThinkers. A dog with a bone cares about nothing else.
He is now.
>>”Expect a trip to rehab to avoid the ax.”<<
In my opinion, there’s not a chance in hell that he’ll be working at NR a week from now.
There’s even the possibility that no one will be working there a year from now because that single article, by an editor especially, should result in a legal judgement for defamation that brings the magazine down, even if they cut him loose immediately. If they keep him on, they’ll almost certainly lose a lawsuit.
TDS is a powerful pseudo-opioid that renders people who experience it incapable of rational thought. It’s obviously especially potent at 3 am.
>>We have never sued anyone, but we have an excellent personal lawyer. “”
Why not give him a call and ask him how the boys families would do if they filed a lawsuit. His take could be interesting.
“It should have died the moment they fired John O’Sullivan and exiled immigration patriots like Peter Brimelow.”
It did for me. I was a subscriber from the late ‘70s until NR ditched its pretense of being a conservative magazine and became the No Borders GOP establishment rag that we have all come to despise.
“National Review is a steaming pile of .... Is Bill Kristol still involved with that crap?”
He never was. It managed to turn into a steaming pile without his help.
He isn’t deaf.
There have been Indians with Anglo names going all the way back to the 1700s.
Joseph Brant was chief of the Mohawks during the Revolutionary War, siding with the Loyalists.
John Logan was an Iroquois leader in Pennsylvania and Virginia during the same era. He took the name of a Pennsylvania official who had been friends with his chieftan father.
And of course Pocahontas became Rebecca Rolfe.
Ok got mixed up with the other steaming pilw, The Weekly Standard that Bill Kristol WAS involved in. Glad to see it is no longer in production and their anti-Trump ways basically shut them down.
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