Mark Robinson; Black Nazi

Wow, the stereotype about conservative politicians and the link between their queerphobic legislation and their own queer identities is rooted in a lot of truth, isn't it?

 

Oh, but Robinson takes the cake...my favorite Robinson-ism is that "abortion is about killing a child because you couldn't keep your skirt down....well, except for the abortion I had my girlfriend get.."

 

Unfortunately, you can never rely on the public to think things through.
Following the signing of the treaty of versailles in 1918, the German people were left without hope of a future. So when Hitler proposed his manifesto, it was easy to understand the landslide that gave him a 97% majority, allowing him to take total power.
Unfortunately, the German people had no idea what he had in mind and by 1941, he would have been lucky to have received 20% support. But it was too late.

My mind always reverts to this poem written in 1798 when I think or wars.
But we never learn.
I have highlighted the 3 important sections.


It was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he before his cottage door
Was sitting in the sun,
And by him sported on the green
His little grandchild Wilhelmine.

She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round,
Which he beside the rivulet
In playing there had found;
He came to ask what he had found,
That was so large, and smooth, and round.

Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by;
And then the old man shook his head,
And, with a natural sigh —
"'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,
"Who fell in the great victory.

"I find them in the garden,
For there's many here about;
And often when I go to plough,
The ploughshare turns them out.
For many thousand men," said he,
"Were slain in that great victory."

"Now tell us what 'twas all about,"
Young Peterkin, he cries;
And little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting eyes;
"Now tell us all about the war,
And what they fought each other for."

"It was the English," Kaspar cried,
"Who put the French to rout;
But what they fought each other for,
I could not well make out;
But everybody said," quoth he,
"That 'twas a famous victory.

"My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by;
They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
And he was forced to fly;
So with his wife and child he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.

"With fire and sword the country round
Was wasted far and wide,
And many a childing mother then,
And new-born baby died;
But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.

"They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun;
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.

"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won,
And our good Prince Eugene."
"Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!"
Said little Wilhelmine.
"Nay... nay... my little girl," quoth he,
"It was a famous victory.

"And everybody praised the Duke
Who this great fight did win."
"But what good came of it at last?"
Quoth little Peterkin.
"Why that I cannot tell," said he,
"But 'twas a famous victory."

 

Isn't Gerrymandering normal anyway ?

Well it is in The State of New York where a court had to toss the gerrymandered election districts.
They lost a House seat due to outmigration, then sought to gain it back by cheating.