Dreamdemon

History does teach us if we listen!

Visual representation of someone pretending to help whilst causing pain.

Must end.

He could use a weapon as soon as he was born

Fucking got em.

Are you beginning to understand now why the high-IQ, family-oriented people of 1930s Germany "went crazy for no reason"?

Satan can’t create—so he perverts what God has created.

The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom. Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp. For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch. Consider what they were leaving. A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional memory of not taking one goes back five hundred and fifty-two years. Then the stories arrive. From sailors. From ship's captains. From merchants returning through Bristol and Plymouth. The birds come in flocks that darken the sky for three days. Not an afternoon. Three days. Passenger pigeons in numbers later estimated at three to five billion in a single flock, making a sound early settlers compared to the roar of a river that refused to stop. A man with a net could take five hundred in an afternoon. The king of England had no claim on the sky over Massachusetts. The rivers, the captains said, ran so thick with salmon that the water appeared to boil. The deer walked into camp, looked at the fire, and were shot. The oysters on the Atlantic shore came the size of dinner plates, piled in reefs you could lean over the side of a boat to harvest. Turkeys weighing thirty pounds stood in clearings with the fearlessness of an animal that had never been hunted by anything on two legs. Bison herds on the plains took four hours to cross a ford. And nobody, crucially, owned any of it. The father in Devon lies awake that night thinking about the sky going dark for three days. He is also thinking about religious freedom. Theological persecution was real. The Mayflower passenger list included genuine dissenters. That was part of it. It was not, for most of them, the biggest part. The biggest part was that the animals in the captain's story belonged to nobody, and the family had been watching animals that belonged to somebody else walk past their cottage for twenty generations. Between 1620 and 1640, roughly 20,000 people made the crossing. By 1700, 250,000. By 1900, fifty million Europeans had crossed, most of them peasants from cultures where meat had been restricted for centuries, most of them arriving within the first generation at a standard of eating their grandparents would not have believed. A labourer in Pennsylvania in 1750 was eating more meat per week than an English nobleman had eaten in 1450. An Irish emigrant's grandchild in Boston in 1900, whose great-grandmother had starved in 1847 while Irish cattle were shipped past the coffin ships to English markets, was eating steak on a Tuesday and not thinking about it. At the centre of the great migration was hunger. Specifically, hunger for meat. Enforced since 1066, reinforced by Enclosure for another four hundred years, reinforced by the quiet understanding that the venison belonged to the lord and the pottage belonged to you. They crossed an ocean because, finally, you could go somewhere the deer walked into camp and the pigeons blocked out the sun and nobody had a legal claim on any of it. You could eat like a lord without owing a lord anything. They crossed an ocean for that. And having got to it, they did not give it back.

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Never forget the random people at Charlottesville with freshly bought Nazi flags, (still have the creases.) Wonder what his cut from the SPLC was for this stunt here meant to make MAGA supporters look bad! Charlottesville was an SPLC paid for hoax!

This got memory-holed very fast…

SPLC employee of the Month January 6, 2021

Right now the SPLC is trending because they've been caught funding "anti-semitic" groups. Just like Israel funds Islamic "terror cells". The SPLC is a Jewish social engineering think tank created and ran by these 4 Jews (staffed by hundreds more ) to maintain Jewish victims status, while secretly subverting and destroying America. Joseph J. Levin Jr. — Co-founder (1971), Board Emeritus. J. Richard Cohen — Former President & CEO (long-time leader). Michael Lieberman — Senior Policy Counsel, Hate & Extremism. Alon Milwicki — Senior Research Analyst, Intelligence Project. Josh Bekenstein — Board of Directors member (philanthropist).

Gotta follow the instructions on the box

Antiochus I built a fifty meter high artificial peak out of loose crushed rock at the summit of Mount Nemrut to hide his tomb. Modern archaeologists still cannot reach the burial chamber because the stones instantly collapse inward during any excavation attempt. The sheer effort required to create a self sealing mountain makes you wonder what exactly he was trying to protect.

🇺🇸🇮🇱 Ana Kasparian reveals that Trump’s chief of staff, Susie Wiles, was literally Benjamin Netanyahu’s campaign manager. This is a HUGE problem.

Okay, you can’t just put a dollar in the “Alex Jones was right” jar this time. Make it $100.

1891'den kalma Alman cırcırlı tornavida. Adamlar neredeyse 150 yıldır bunu kullanırken biz hala düz tornavida kullanıyoruz...

Reminder that Mark Potok of the SPLC proudly kept a handwritten record of the White U.S. Population at his desk