Saturday, August 15, 2015

EVER WONDER WHO RULES YOU?




EVER WONDER  
WHO RULES YOU?

       
     That was an impertinent question I once started asking myself! I eventually found the answer, and you can too! When thinking of “rulers,” think “Kings, “Mayors,” “Governors,” “Teachers” “Prophets” “Magistrates” “Judges” “Legislators” and a host of other “power-brokers!”

     When we go to school we think of “teachers” and perhaps “principals” or maybe even “school boards!” We accept them as “leaders,” as “rulers” and always assume they know more than we do. But do they really? Teachers teach what they are taught to teach! They teach what the “curriculum” demands. Yes, a few will add their own experiences, opinions or even encourage creative thinking, but today most just push whatever is placed on their plate! Education is, after all, just a business! 500 years ago the curriculum taught “The World is Flat!” And people believed that. Anyone impertinent enough to disagree was dealt with harshly! Galileo, for instance, who suggested that perhaps the earth travels around the sun, was all but put to death because he dared to contradict the sacred truth as taught by “experts!” It is no different today. The “Flat Earth” theorem has been replaced by other more modern “Flat Earth” theorems! If it be commonly known these people are morons in their own right, the repercussions would be too much for them to bear!

     “Kings” can be a real challenge! In most countries of the world at one time or another, royal personages ran the show. Woe unto him who dared contradict the edicts of Kings and Rulers! Often time, the penalty was death (if you were lucky) and (if you were unlucky) unbelievable pain! The modus operandi was the same: such individuals were condemned as “traitors,” “rebels” or worse. And if you dared help or associate with them you were often treated just as harshly. The object of course, was to “keep people in line.” It mostly succeeded, as “subjects” generally to not wish to risk life, limb, family or the pursuit of happiness. So, they “go along to get along!” And very often it does not matter which ruler is in power because eventually he is replaced by another and he can be just as bad as the first! Those who saw opportunity to manipulate rulers as so-called “advisers” risked it all, hoping their reading of a sick or weak “head of state” worked to their advantage!

     Governors are seldom better. They may have less authority than Kings, but don’t count on it! Governors are often under some restraint either from legislative bodies or other influences, but they can be a pain all the same. They always promote the falsehood of “serving the people” when more likely they “serve and enrich themselves” at public expense!

     “Prophets” have the advantage of being “God’s representatives on Earth” and they add a host of mumbo-jumbo to the mix. Sometimes they actually tell the truth, but often mix in just the right amount of falsehoods to hoodwink folks. It is amazing to see how much influence “witch doctors” in Africa managed to exert and help run the show there for eons. It gets particularly interesting when “Kings” and other rulers mix it up with “Prophets” and religious leaders to create “The Divine Right of Kings!” Who would dare to openly oppose?!

     And lastly, we have “democracies!” They are described as countries where the “people” rule! But do they really? No, it’s a joke. People think they vote for someone, but in reality it is pretty much a side-show. Unfortunately, not everyone makes a good “ruler” and in democracies everyone thinks of himself as ruler and they often pull or push in directions that suit them. They often support causes which can be injurious to others without any regard for consequences. Even more exciting is when “leaders” of democracies influence people whose opinions go in different directions! Pretty soon such forms of government degenerate into mob rule and dictatorships! Nothing like progress and development! And again as before, the people go along like sheep, hence the term “sheeple!”  They are found everywhere.
     It does not matter what kind of government you have! In the long run of time, eventually all degenerate into chaos and mayhem with a “ruler” emerging!  So, how does one tell who really rules the roost? Just watch and see who gets attacked verbally! When people get condemned for their thoughts and opinions or for their reasonable beliefs and statements and otherwise pigeon-holed and name-called, YOU WILL KNOW who rules you!
     These examples will suffice to prove my point: 1) If you state your country should NOT go to war you will be labeled “unpatriotic” or a “traitor!” 2) If you suggest certain people are MORE LIKELY to commit crimes than others you are called a “racist!” 3) If you suggest that certain religious leaders are in any way DISHONEST you will be called “anti-Christian” if you are lucky and maybe beheaded if it is a DIFFERENT religion! Still others may call you “anti-Semitic” or worse! 4) If you suggest homosexuality is BIOLOGICALLY WRONG you are called a “homophobe” or a “bigot.” 5) If you support the Constitution of the United States and dare think government should adhere to it or you think government should be limited in scope you are called a “lone wolf” or a “domestic terrorist!”
     In the cases cited above, it MATTERS NOT whether you are RIGHT OR WRONG; only that you stepped on some “important” toes who want to regulate what you say or do! Once these people open their mouths to condemn you, then you will KNOW positively who RULES YOU! They never operate alone, always in groups! So once you have them figured out, you can see through to their real motives! They rule through terror of verbal decree and may follow it up with terror by physical force! And they always "justify" their means!


           


The wonderfully organized world of the Bee! He lives in a dictatorship and his life is determined by position. A Queen Bee has one job, the Drones another, and so on. It is very orderly, productive and effective. There are no shirkers, no welfare or favoritism. There is little or no trouble and troublemakers in their society are never tolerated! How much better if troublemakers in OUR society were not tolerated! There is much to be learned from the Bee!





Written, Photographed and Posted by
      Harald Hesstvedt Scharnhorst  

                          2015

          
   
                                              
 

Thursday, August 6, 2015

LET'S START A NEW LANGUAGE!




     I couldn’t help laughing the other day with Professor Kevin McDonald who suggested the term “cuckservative” to describe certain “wannabe conservatives,” individuals who seem to stumble over themselves to be “politically correct!” I had a massively good laugh at his suggested uses for the term. I think the time has come to take on the “name callers” of the world using their tactics!
     Being the “devious and demented” soul I am, I have some other suggestions for names that should be used regularly. It is a common way for “politically correct” morons to end a discussion by calling someone a “racist!” Nobody wants to be called that it seems. Why not? The world is full of them. They come in all shapes and sizes. There are Black racists, Jewish racists, Asian Racists, Racist Agitators and so on. They are as common as ants! You get the idea. So, instead of going into cardiac arrest when someone calls you names just smile and say, “Oh so you are one of those ‘Besotted Racists’ who cannot think of anything else! Please explain to me how it feels to be a “Besotted Racist?!” Or you can tailor your comments to the situation: "So you are a 'Jewish Racist,' then?" Change the term to fit the occasion! You may get some stares, maybe even make them mad! Score one for you! Or if that does not seem to your liking, tell them yes, you are a racist. You like races. You race cars at Indianapolis, Le Mans, Carlsbad and Daytona! Make fun of THEM and make it understood you are not intimidated! Then proceed to tell them you like certain cars better than others because they are superior! Tell them you are a “car supremacist” and see what they say!
     If someone accuses you of being a “homophobe” because you point out that homosexuality does not make practical sense and is in fact a dead end for society, just call them a “clockophobe” who are infatuated with the “art” of bestiality! Be sure to shake your head and smile sadly and wish them well with their “clockophobia!” They won’t know what to say, but some will be amused and will remember!
     When someone calls you an “anti-Semite” because you object to certain Jewish bad behavior just ask them how long they have suffered from “Semitism!” It will get you a real reaction! Better yet, just pity them that they are such “Kike suckers” at heart! They will not know what to say. One of two things will happen; they will either get really mad or ignore you! If enough people did that sort of thing regularly, it would not be long before the Masters of the Universe will pay for their verbal crimes and look like the idiots they are!
     If someone wants you to be “politically correct” or accuses you of not being, ask them why they use words like that because politics and correctness have nothing in common! Why would anyone want to emulate the biggest genociders of all time like Joseph David Djugasvilli Stalin, Mao Tse-tung, Pol Pot or Adolph Hitler?! Be sure to include Hitler as that will really infuriate them! Tell them that all these jokers were “politically correct!” Also don’t forget to mention to your tormentor he is in good company with those guys!
     If someone objects to trophy hunting, ask them if they are a vegetarian. If they are not (and most are not) be sure ask them why they kill animals for meat! Call them “Bossie Killers” and “Cattle Killers” and “Animal Haters” and see what they have to say! Ask them to explain the difference between killing a lion and a cow! They cannot! The difference is: it takes TWO shots to kill both!
     If you do not like Palestinians being genocided and they call you anti-Israel ask them why they are such Israelophobes! It will get you some stares, too!  If they tell you that Israel has “the right to exist” ask them who gave them that right! Ask them who stole the land from Palestinians if it wasn’t the Israelis? If that does not do it ask them why Israel is so special. After all, Israelis kill each other in their displays of brotherly love, too! Recently a convicted killer was let loose from an Israeli Prison and he went out and killed again. It seems he hated homosexuals. Oh my! Even my “favorite” racist Israeli leader, “Yitzhak Rabin” was assassinated by a “radical Israeli!” Nothing like great men to look up to! You will get some interesting reactions.
     Fly the Southern Flag and see what happens! Put it on your car, too! Just tell the critics the flag originated in Scotland anyway and that it is just another of many fine Christian Flags! They will be speechless! Ask them why they hate Christians! Explain to them that General Robert E. Lee is your favorite American hero! Quote him as follows: “The education of a man is not complete until he dies!!”
     If someone calls you a “hater” ask them why Israel, The Talmud and some Jews hate Christians, or why Israel cannot keep peace with its neighbors! Ask them why “Only the hate shall live” seems to govern Israeli behavior! Or tell them that a good hate is far better than a bad one and watch the confusion on their faces! Tell them that hate is fine as long as it is an “approved hate!” You can refine your comments to fit the reactions! This is a list in development and I will add to it as circumstances allow and my thinking cap works overtime! Maybe you can come up with some better ones. Have at it folks, IT IS TIME FOR A NEW LANGUAGE. GIVE IT BACK TO THESE SELF RIGHTEOUS CULTURE DISTORTERS!


 Written, Photographed and Published by
            Harald Hesstvedt Scharnhorst
                                   2015
             

Saturday, August 1, 2015

"HUCKLEBERRY POO" PICKING!



“HUCKLEBERRY POO”

 PICKING!



     Everybody in the Pacific Northwest picked Huckleberries in the 1950’s! A mountain blueberry with a unique flavor, they grow at favorable latitudes and elevations. The size of the crop depends on winter snow pack conditions, ample spring rains and good growing weather. Near where our family lived was Huckleberry Mountain, rising out of the flatlands like a cone. The road to it was gravel; it eventually ended as a cow path at a ranch at the base of the mountain. The owners were the Gaymars as I recall. They were friendly, neighborly folks and had no problem letting us crossing their land. The climb was steep, in places rocky; mostly brushy with few trees. The big fire scar of 1910 was still visible. The top was small and flat with trees growing on three sides and the ruins of an old Forest Service Lookout tower. The berry patches below were loaded! All four of us started picking. I ate as much as I picked! The blue teeth and lips gave me away! But, I managed to get something in my container! As I was merrily picking along, I heard my mother noisily picking the other side of a large alder bush. As a twelve year old I was comforted to have her near and had no idea of what was to happen next! I said something to her, she replied with a grunt, and I wanted to know what she said! She did not reply, so I parted the brush and stared right into the face of a huge Mother Bear!  It was hard to say who was more surprised, she or me! But I must have scared the tar out of her with my loud shriek! The bucket went flying, the bear took off and I ran like the wind in the opposite direction which happened to be west going downhill. I turned around to see if she was following and suddenly my feet were swept out from under me, I landed with a crash on my backside and skidded downhill like on a rollercoaster! That’s when I noticed the smell, an acid, fermented odor which hung about me like stink! When I came to a halt I examined myself for damage and discovered I was deep in “Huckleberry Poo” from top to bottom! My foot had slipped on the biggest pile of Bear Poop in creation and I landed right in the middle of it! My left hand was a stinking mess, my pants smeared, my shirt open and my back decorated! “Ish!” said my mother when I sheepishly told her what had happened. She did not believe my “Bear Story” and thought I was goofing off! I had one “clean” hand, so I went back to picking. I tried every way to wipe that stuff off but it only made a bigger mess and me a bigger stinkeroo!



     Lunch was hard to eat with all that sweet smelling poo, but I managed. Suddenly the sky clouded up and it started to rain. Father suggested we seek shelter in the ruins, but the wind and rain tore through it like it wasn’t there. As the storm got worse and lightning and thunder split the air, we made run for the edge and down we went getting soaked to the bone. The poo got wet and made me out to be an even bigger mess! We negotiated the rocky drop-off with lightning striking a tree nearby and plunged into the brush below. By the time we straggled back to Gaymars, we looked like drowned rats!
     Mrs. Gaymar was quick to size up the situation! “Oh, Harald,” she groused, “You’ve been picking Huckleberry Poo!” She had a fire roaring in the wood stove just for us and grabbed me by the ear and hauled me into the bathroom. “Off with those clothes,” she said. “I know what boys look like. I raised a bunch of em, so let’s get you cleaned up!” After scrubbing and rubbing I was as good as new. She gave me one of her sons’ Levi’s to wear, I had no idea anybody could be that big! I practically disappeared in them! But we made it home safe and sound, my soiled clothes got cleaned and life went on. Ever since, when in the woods; I have been careful where I step. I love picking berries but will leave the “Huckleberry Poo” picking to someone else!


This enlarged story is from a future book to be published by the blogger. It features many delightful and politically incorrect stories about the life of a young immigrant to the United States!

Harald Hesstvedt Scharnhorst
           Copyright 2014