"Enough is enough, I know where we stand, and to think there can not be a civil war is this country is shortsighted at best."
It's coming.
I live in a part of the country where the last Civil War had a major impact, the scars are still visable today.
I just know if I had a war with that thing in a post above (not a man, not a woman) I know who would come out the winner. That sucker would be whining for somebody to take care of it, and I'd be locked and loaded, ready to defend me and mine.
And I'd grow/hide (and kill animals) me enough food to be able to survive a LONG conflict/war. Just like my ancestors did.
There is hope, though.
Those el pinko ladies think it is a human right to kill their babies, so one has to assume they'll kill themselves (or underbreed) enough to go extinct before long.
When I drive though Antietam or Bull Run, I can't help think how recent in historical terms we were at war in this country, brother against brother.
We have some "series" problems with socialist/communist groups, that have been given a free pass by the MSM, in our country.
I don't know what the tipping point will be, but there will be one, and when it happens, we will all know it.
Heard of a van that is loaded with weapons,
packed up and ready to go
Heard of some gravesites, out by the highway,
a place where nobody knows
The sound of gunfire, off in the distance,
I'm getting used to it now
Lived in a brownstore, lived in the ghetto,
I've lived all over this town
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
No time for dancing, or lovey dovey,
I ain't got time for that now
Transmit the message, to the receiver,
hope for an answer some day
I got three passports, a couple of visas,
you don't even know my real name
High on a hillside, the trucks are loading,
everything's ready to roll
I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nightime,
I might not ever get home
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
This ain't no mudd club, or C. B. G. B.,
I ain't got time for that now
Heard about Houston? Heard about Detroit?
Heard about Pittsburgh, P. A.?
You oughta know not to stand by the window
somebody might see you up there
I got some groceries, some peant butter,
to last a couple of days
But I ain't got no speakers, ain't got no
headphones, ain't got no records to play
Why stay in college? Why go to night school?
Gonna be different this time
Can't write a letter, can't send a postcard,
I can't write nothing at all
This ain't no party, this ain't no disco,
this ain't no fooling around
I'd like to kiss you, I'd love you hold you
I ain't got no time for that now
Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock,
we blended with the crowd
We got computer, we're tapping pohne lines,
I know that ain't allowed
We dress like students, we dress like housewives,
or in a suit and a tie
I changed my hairstyle, so many times now,
I don't know what I look like!
You make me shiver, I feel so tender,
we make a pretty good team
Don't get exhausted, I'll do some driving,
you ought to get some sleep
Get you instructions, follow directions,
then you should change your address
Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day,
whatever you think is best
Burned all my notebooks, what good are
notebooks? They won't help me survive
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace,
the burning keeps me alive
Try to stay healthy, physical fitness,
don't want to catch no disease
Try to be careful, don't take no chances,
you better watch what you say
Life during wartime: The Talking Heads