Tag Archives: high school

Do Not Count on Gen Z. —A Gen Z Girl

FK – What comes after gen Z? Is that the end? Don’t get caught up in the propaganda of the moment.

As a late baby boomer I can tell you there will always be young and old morons who have no business voting.

Who deserves to vote?

Looking for ‘peace in our time’ is an old affectation and its adherents never seem to catch on to the reality of our situation: The tool-using monkeys are gonna be fighting/killing each other over one insanity or another for a very long time to come.

Billions still think it’s perfectly OK that their sadistic god, that’s ‘their’ god, will burn the vast majority of humans that ever existed alive in fire forever, including babies and little kids. We’re still a very primitive species and still exist in a very dark age.

Liberty is preserved and increased for that tiny minority in every generation that will actually use it to advance the evolution of human civilization. The rest as always are only along for the ride.

A new birth of Liberty, or death

Welcome to a nation of morons

 

Stephen Miller Flips Over Table in Outburst

FK – Personally I think all teens should spend some time cleaning floors and commodes and picking up trash. Too many venture into the ‘professional’ world with no appreciation or respect for those ‘beneath’ them.

For once I have to agree with the SJW. But then it wouldn’t like it when the schools required physical fitness and martial arts(including weapons) training in all schools in preparation for 2-4 years of military commitment for all after school.

If most of these ‘sjws'(junior commies) had to spend some time with a drill instructor yelling in their faces maybe they’d be mature enough to get something out of college besides a Marxist indoctrination.

What must be done – A manifesto of the ‘isms.’

Welcome to a nation of morons

I Was Wrong About Identity Politics?

FK – Who or whatever is generating this crap and planting it in the minds of these young impressionable communist indoctrinated idiots knows full well what they are doing: They are waging war.

Do you know it?

Natural born liberty is the only ‘transcendental truth’ and working to expand it is the ultimate enlightenment.

The crazies won’t be helped by the culture war or ‘Waking up is hard to do’

They’re commie globalists. There’s nothing liberal or progressive about them. Calling them by their cute names helps them hide their evil.

And we need to abandon democracy. It’s part of the problem.

“Establishing democracy is the first step in the revolution.” – Karl Marx

If the troops were fighting for our freedom, they’d all be here.

The patriot newbie guidebook

The Bill of Rights is what we’re fighting for.

Free Kentucky column: What’s What?

What’s What?
Barry Bright
July 12, 2015

The following isn’t ‘dirty’ but borders on it. Those who are ‘offended’ by such can avert their eyes… or roll them, I don’t really care.

Once there was a really smart high school senior, Beta Club president, Valedictorian, ad nauseam, the ‘smartest’ kid in his school. He decided he wanted to attend a very prestigious university so he went to visit the school’s dean.

He told the dean, “Sir I want to attend your very prestigious university.”

“Well young sir,” the dean replied, “Before being admitted to our school you must past our test. I suggest you go home and study and return when you feel you are ready.”

So the kid went home and studied, everything he could get his hands on, everything in the school library, all his old textbooks, read the local newspapers religiously, watched the ‘news,’ had conversations with any and all local big shots who would grant him the time.

So after several weeks he went and took the test. He breezed through it. It was the easiest test he ever took in his life, until he came to the last question: “What’s what?”

He sat, scratched his head, thought and thought, and finally went up to dean and said “Sir, I can’t answer this last question.”

“Well, son,” the dean replied, “Go home and study another year.”

So the kid, slightly disheartened, went home and began to visit all the university and local libraries in the lower 48 states and devour their content, spend time with all the ‘educated’ people who would put up with him, got involved in charities, political parties, religions, listened to endless lectures and even watched ‘educational television.’

Finally he felt he was ready once again. So he went back, took the test, breezed through it, and came to the final question: “What’s what?”

Once more he went up to the Dean with a quizzical look on his face and once more the dean told him, “Go home and study for another year.”

So this time he dipped into his college savings, bought a plane ticket, and went to Europe. He read every bit of ancient history he could get his hands on, learned every ancient language, studied all the forms of ancient governance, eventually visited every other country in the world, tearing through their libraries.

Finally his quest led him to the ‘esoterica’ as it is sometimes called. So in this new effort he climbed every mountain, inquired of every sage, joined every ‘secret’ organization he could find out about, to learn their hidden knowledge, and finally, felt he was ready to take the test again.

Same results: “Go back and study another year.”

At this point he was a bit perplexed and started to re-cover all his original material, convinced he had missed out on something basic, day and night, with little rest or relaxation or recreation he toiled, until finally nearly dead with mental and physical exhaustion he decided to take a break. So he called up his girlfriend, where he found time for a girlfriend in all this isn’t explained, and suggested a picnic in the park and day on the lake.

So as they were reclining opposite one another in a rowboat, his mind still filled with millions of details, numbers, statistics, formulas, he noticed a slight breeze begin to flutter his girlfriend’s dress and finally a gust lifted it high into the air.

“What’s that?” He nearly shouted, pointing under her dress.

With her eyebrows raised in anticipation and with a slight knowing smile she demurely answered, “What’s what?”

“Damn,” he blurted out, “If I’d have known that three years ago, I’d be a junior in college.”

The only moral to this story is that sometimes we don’t learn things until we are truly ready to, and sometimes not even then…

This is a slightly enhanced version of a joke told by my high school freshman year science teacher, who was also the football coach. It was a ‘general’ science class and thus not obviously deemed that important for it was probably filled by not-college bound kids. Our teacher spent most of his time telling stories and just generally ‘BSing.’