Gary, Get to the point....Destroy New World Order, Bilderberger's, Mason's, Royalty, Nobel's, Self appointed Elite's, Bankster's and the like....Burn their scum filed cancerous bodies....Take our countries back.....And live happily ever after! Until a handful of psychopath's try it again....Like they always do.

You know, when I was a kid, I would come home from school and my mother would have a piece of fruit or a candy bar waiting for me, sometime during the day my bed got made, she would ask me how school was. If I was overly cheerful, or melancholic, she would ask me why. This was the rule throughout the neighborhood, mothers were at home. So there was very little I could do that my mother didnâ??t know about. I fell out of a tree once, some 12 feet, landed on my back, knocked the wind out of me, and I was having trouble catching my breath. One of the neighbor mothers saw it, did she panic, call 911, no. She grabbed me up by my arm, dragged me home, and knocked on our door. She told mother what happen, mother grabbed me up, had a good look at me and said, hes alright Smitty, want a cup of coffee? That was that, I learned that just because you fall out of a tree, it is not the end of the world, if you are not hurt get over it. My brother and I were out once goofing off, and I broke my arm, did we panic, call 911? No. We went home, dad looked at it, said, you will be alright, and took me over to see Doctor Parker, he fixed it, right there in his office, told dad how and when to take the cast off, told him donâ??t bring him back unless there is something wrong with him. Neither time did mom nor dad get upset, its just life. I learned that day, that even if you do get hurt, its not the end of the world. At no time did I feel unloved. Dinner was always on the table when dad got home from work, and we sat down together as a family, and we had dinner conversation. Many things were discussed over dinner, when dinner was over, dad instructed us to thank mother for dinner. When it was time for bed, mother always tucked us, and helped us to say a pray to thank God for the day, regardless of how it went, and then she would tell us a story. At the time, I just thought it was a story, but today I find I apply those stories on regular bases. The big galoot

I can hear you now!!! Belly aching over it is her own damn fault. She is the one who wanted a job, a career, who wanted to be more. Yes, I can hear you. Well I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it is your fault. You failed to celebrate her, instead you went on and on about how important you were. How you had to go to work everyday, how you had to bring home the bacon, how she would be nothing if it was not for the man. Yes, I can hear you. Let me ask you, do you have a home, or a house? Who is rearing your children? You? Your woman? Or the schools, the day cares, the after school programs, the gangs, the government? Think about it. Who is going to care for you in your old age? The children reared by the schools, the daycares, the after school programs, the gangs, the government? Or the children reared by your wives, who love you? Answer me, I implore you. Tell me, I want to know. Who are these kids going to love? Remember, there are three motivators, Food, Sleep and Sex. Who are the children going to love? The ones that fed them, that provided their shelter, which taught them about life, right or wrong. If you give up your wives, if you do not recognize how important she is to the culture, as a woman, as a mother, as the temper of community, if you do not celebrate their importance, and love them, provide for them, protect them, then you also give up your children, and they are the future. You threw out old fashion ideas, and here, now is the future you reaped. Look at it. Seems to be the same one you are bitching about. The same one that seems to be bound to enslave you, to destroy you, to bring you to your knees. If you think these kids do not resent being reared by the schools, the day cares, the gangs, the government, then why is the future what it is? Yes, they resent it, look around, and Wake up! It is indeed the man s own fault. I implore you, think about it!

So if you are concerned with the New World Order, the loss of democracy, the poisoning of our water supply with fluoride, the abuse of monopolies, then I say to you, go home to your wives first. Give them the love and respect they deserve. If your wife is estranged, go and find her, tell her you are sorry for being a fool, and take her back in, care for her, provide for her and respect her for the gift that she is. Love your children, teach them, take the time to tell them the stories, Chicken Little, The Emperors New Clothes, Cinderella, Rumpelstilzchen, The three Little pigs, Little Red Riding Hood, you donâ??t dress your pretty little girl up in a nice red cape and hood and send her out among wolves, they are going to eat her! No wait! Maybe you are the wolves? Wake up! If you have littered the country side with bastards, go, gather them up, tell them you were a fool, bring them home, love them, teach them, tell them the stories, and if you do not know the stories, than learn them, maybe you might grow. Do not use the updated politically correct versions, go back to the original stories, the ones with the bite, the ones that taught lifes lessons. Let me ask you, do you have a home? Or a house? If you are in a fox hole, and a woman is next to you, who are you fighting for? If you are working in a factory, and a woman is working next to you, for whom do you work? If you are a leader, with a fine suit in a tall building, for whom are you leading? If the women are going to fight for us, build for us and lead us, why not stay at the house and watch the TV and drink beer? Look around, just what is it you see? You can cry out for freedom, liberty and justice, but you will never secure it, if you are not motivated to get off your ass and act!!! Food, Sleep and Sex, a good women will motivate you to do, whatever it is that needs to be done, for a cherished woman is worth dying for. Let us not forget, that is the price. The big galoot

If you doubt me, take a look at the world, take a look at history. The Greeks, the Romans, loved and adored their woman, the English, on whos soil the sun never set, at one time, developed it into the idea of the Lady and the Gentleman who loved her, and was this not embraced by all the classes, did not every woman aspire to be a Lady, and every man a gentleman. Look at the fall of these empires, they crumbled right along with the families as the attitude towards the women changed. Look at Africa, they have never done a damn thing, and they consider their women slaves and cows. Look at the Arabs, who we fight today, they do not even allow flowers in the field, they cover them up, and hid them away, and they are barbaric people, a culture of death. So think hard, and consider what I say before you dismiss it as old fashion thinking, for wasnâ??t it old fashion thinking that gave us the Greeks, the Romans, the Great British Empire? In the forties, we had to fight the evils of Germany, where Hitler viewed the woman as a source to build an army, go and read the rise and fall of the Third Reich, as see if what I say is not true. Look at Japan before and during the war, need I go on? I hear you cry out for freedom, liberty, justice, but why is it you want these things, so you can go on treating women like candy, to be eaten and consumed, and discarded when they grow old like expired milk, littering the countryside with bastards, creating girls with no morels so you have a new crop of candies to be consumed and discarded. I promise you, the men who died to give you these things, freedom, liberty and justice did so for their women, so they could love them and adore them and grow them into families, farms, companies, dynasties, country. Do you think you can secure freedom, liberty and justice when your motives are to rape and destroy? There are three things that motivate a man, food, sleep and sex, and sex is the greatest of the three. Woman. Think about it. The big galoot