The Days of Douglass: Lest we offend, "wounded feelings" will be the least of our concerns.

Frederick Douglass advised, "A man's rights rest in three boxes: the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box."  The Elder Statesman of the Radical Republicans understood that free people must continually fight to protect themselves from ever-encroaching plunderers of liberty.  Douglass knew that the absence of freedom was the surrender of self-determination and free will.  Douglass did not seek reparations for a few but emancipation from slavery and deliverance from injustice for all.  He also knew that only a Nation that pursued Christ would assure the liberties of others.  One need be free of the bondage of sin and free to choose their life course in order to fully appreciate the values of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

The well-examined life requires us to fully explore our Constitutional obligations.  In answer to our selves and others, we must employ Douglass' defense tools as a portion of the Constitutional allotment upon which we are availed.  Our Constitution in fact guarantees at least six:

The Soap Box—right of free speech
The Moving Box—right of association, in particular territory via migration
The Mail Box—the duty to contact our representatives and demand protection of our God given rights
The Ballot Box—right to a voice in your government
The Jury Box—right to a trial by jury of your peers
The Ammunition Box—right to threaten or use appropriate violence in self-defense

Unfortunately, the Leftists, since the Days of Douglass, have, through variant venues, impressed upon Constitutionalists to be ashamed of their fierce defensive and combative nature.  Our arguments did not fully consider the "feelings" of others and presented a negative, less compassionate image to our fraternal allies in foreign lands.  In order to be "friendly", we lowered our defenses and restrained our displeasure.  We allowed our children, through multiple cultural institutions, to be indoctrinated with beliefs, concepts and values that were complete antithesis to the principles and doctrines of Douglass.  We were once lions and now, ostracized as lambs.  With firearms and ammunition imported covertly by the National Rifle Association of America, we once fought men in hooded sheets to protect the freedoms of our families and to encourage the liberty of our Nation.  Today, we fight for zoning privileges and tax-payer funded genocide in order to build the most elaborate population control centers in our urban hubs.  While our Nation perishes for a lack of knowledge, our children die in our daughter's wombs for a lack of freedom.

It has become easier to train our sons to fear the police and our daughters to embrace Planned Parenthood.

I can see the Elder Statesman Douglass resting his face in his hands, upon a beautiful porch in Anacostia.  Looking over DC's inner city to the US Capitol, I can imagine his disgust at his children's children's acceptance of political slavery, corrupt indoctrination and economic futility as modern day symbols of freedom and liberty.  As he lifts his eyes to the horizon, a tear drop wrestles with his cheek.  His heritage has, for the sake of offense, forgotten the example of their ancestors, whom fought on Battlefields for the North and the South, that they would choose, in all of their blood, sweat and tears, at the cost of all, life and liberty.

Mr. and Ms. Down-Low Urban Conservative, it's time to come out of the closet and save your family, your neighborhood, your City and your Nation.

You will be offensive, if you do it right.  

What, offend?  Salvation requires that you "wound the feelings" to preserve the soul.  Your neighbor was told that the "Tammany Hall" politicians would make their lives better by taking more out of their wallets in securing their health, wealth and well-being.  Their health care costs rose beyond the promise and their choices of physicians fell.  While they may have a job, their income did not rise and their children remain sleeping on the couch, waiting for opportunity to knock.  However, opportunity has been counted among those that have given up looking for a job.

What's happening with the kids' non-existent 401(k) retirement plans?  We'll always have Social Security.  Sure!  Well-being is wonderful on one side of town.  On the other, police fear being thrown under the bus by their governance or resisting the cries against community policing because "race" is now the root of all evil.  Well-being is hard to secure from our representatives when it is easier to serve time for lifting funds from a Children's Trust.

Okay, it's easier for me.  As a media personality, I am acquainted with objections from #BlackLivesMatter  and the Syrian Revolutionary Network.  I am comfortable with being fired because of my beliefs and how I express myself.  I have become accustomed with the distance from family and former friends because I just won't settle for the Democrat-Socialist okie doke.  Dude, people have said that they would help me with the investigation of my daughter's murder if I would just stand with them!  I know.  I know.  However, courage is not easy to possess.  It is earned by life experience.  Yet, some wages need not be paid by our children and grandchildren.  Loving and caring for them means offending those that would take away their lives and their livelihood.  Lest we offend, our children will not prosper.  Lest we offend, our places of worship will become the pews of terror.  Lest we offend, "wounded feelings" will be the least of our concerns.

OUR 30 DAY MOVEMENT: ROCK THE BOAT! ROCK THE VOTE!

"I need you to go out and talk to your friends and talk to your neighbors. I want you to talk to them whether they are independent or whether they are Republican. I want you to argue with them and get in their face." 

-- President Barack Hussein Obama of the United States of America

Americans have been told to accept the "facts".  We are the most racist civilization in the history of mankind.  Just a fact right?  We have a Black Supreme Court Justice.  We have two popularly elected black US Senators representing the Democrat and Republican Parties.  A Black woman serves as Attorney General, the highest law enforcement officer in the Nation.  O yeah, The Great Orator at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue is also Black.  Despite 1,000's of Black Millionaires, leaders in every cultural institution and a heritage of over-comers, we must believe that systemic institutional racism is greater than the promise of Our Living God.  Look over there, please.  Nothing to see here.

Americans have been told that our economy is "great".  Our $17.95 trillion economy represents nearly a quarter of the gross world product.  Obama says we are supposed to feel great about our status as an economic superpower.  Yet, he does not promote that he is the "First President Ever to Not See a Single Year of 3% GDP Growth".  According to Louis Woodhill, Real Clear Markets, "if the economy continues to perform below 2.67% GDP growth rate this year, President Barack Obama will leave office with the fourth worst economic record in US history."  Wage Growth is no greater than it was 20 years ago with the average annual income for Americans set at $54,000.  Obama will fiercely hold the Lightweight Belt of Job Growth with unemployment falling from 10% to 4.9% during his presidency.  However, he won't accept the heavyweight title for workforce exit.  The labor force participation rate has fallen to 63%, the equivalent of 11 million Americans giving up on finding employment.  Unemployment for blacks and Hispanics in Urban America remains in double-digits.

We are not even number one in purchasing power in the world any longer.  We have been replaced by the People's Republic of China.  A communist nation that has embraced some free market reforms has surpassed the Nation that built its existence on free markets.  So how does this make you feel?  I ask because Democrat-Socialist reasoning is tied to "how one feels" over what is reasonable.  The July  IBD/TIPP Economic Optimism Index reveals that only 46% of Americans are optimistic about the future and  64% of the public believes that we are headed in the wrong direction.  Look over there, please.  Nothing to see here.

After weeks of delegate filled conventions, even for the $50 ringers that "occupied" Bernie's delegates at the DNC, many Americans have settled upon their side of the political aisles.  Donald J. Trump has painted an America on the real numbers and realities of life under the heavy fists of a progressive tyranny.  Hillary Clinton, at her Gotham-like convention, has painted a smorgasbord of deficits, death and destruction to reach out to white males clinging to their "God, guns and gays".  Now that its over, the real work begins.

For the remainder of the summer, progressive tyrants, having slept through their czarina's acceptance speech, must emotionally convince you and your neighbor that Lenin really was not so bad for the economy and that Stalin, waiting in the wings, won't be so bad either.  Forget what we did to Trotsky--eh, Bernie!   He's one of ours and we want you to be too.  In our country, we will have no protests.  We will replace dissonant voices with white noise machines.  We promise a loaf in every pot and your right to abort, especially if you are black or Hispanic.  We love the blacks and Hispanics so much that we build population control centers in their neighborhoods and call them medical centers.  No worries, your preacher vouches for us so genocide must just.  By the way, Bill will vouch for her trustworthiness.  Wow, that Bill!  A name that you can trust.  What do you say?

For the remainder of the summer, the Trumpinistas will proclaim that we will put an end to the unconstitutional writ of the executive pen on the first day with an executive order.  We will improve trade by forcing American companies to forgo free market pursuits to benefit the bottom line for their investors and force them to pay high levies if they move to more opportunistic venues around the world.  We will secure a more conservative Supreme Court by threatening the most conservative members of the US Senate and encouraging their replacement with more liberal representatives.  Nothing makes negotiations better than making certain everyone tows the company line.  By the way, you could be a part of something HUGE!  What do you say?

I pray more so than ever that you make a decision centered on wisdom and reason.  After doing so, its time to get in people's faces and convert them.  Wait a minute!  How is it when President Golf Clubs says this, its an Oracle from On High.  When I say it, I am a "fear and hatemonger"?  According to the Urban Dictionary, a hatemonger is:

1.) A person who uses political beliefs or passions of any kind as a platform to express their hatred for another individual.

2.) A media personality who spreads hate under the guise of a political affiliation or a religious belief.

Let us be real.  The only way that we can overcome the status quo is to challenge it.  Sometime in word and other times in voice.  Whether you are an ordinary media personality or a sovereign citizen, your political perceptions and free will passions will set you at odds with some of your neighbors.  However, it is your civic and Biblical duty to establish decency and order.  Our silence has often consented to chaos and poverty.  Silent, we can no longer be.

Let's be honest, some of our neighbors have beliefs that are baseless, free of evidence or reason.  They are comforted by the knowledge that their decisions are shared by others.  In fact, for as long as they remember, every cultural institution pursuits were settled by the fact that all names ended with the letter "D".  The same people that locked us up, denied us employment in lieu of food steps and convinced our women that eliminating their unknown "collection of blood cells" would improve society, all had the letter "D" behind their names.  Apparently, that reasoning does not express hatred for the conceived child or highlight a Biblical passion for prosperity and law and order.  Most will tell you to be silent.  Nobody wants to hear a messenger spewing a conservative message.  Certainly, we do not want to hear you doing that in Urban America.  By the way, you should have gone to the convention.  I could have gotten you a seat for $50.

Sit down, you are rocking the boat.

Urban conservatives, men and women of great reason, if you remain silent then, the results are guaranteed.  The few shall prosper as the many will remain impoverished.  The fruits of law shall be eaten by those with access, power and influence while innocent children perish in the streets without hope that the crimes against their lives shall receive due process.  Our children, trapped in schools that have become treasuries for administrators and altars to union teachers, are corrupted in pursuit of academic success and global competitor.  Terrorists, both domestic and foreign, are threatening the American way of life.  Employment seems always the hope of another government program rather than a entrepreneurial reality of a single mother in the free market.  A Psychological Wall of Systematic Racism has been constructed in the minds of our children assuring comfort in their mediocrity and preventing them from even dreaming of achieving the greatness promised them by the God they serve.  Men and women of reason we can no longer operate in a spirit of fear.  We must extend our love, our power and our sound minds to those in need of ideological immersion and cultural institutional conversion.  By Labor Day, you must awaken the sleeping giant in men and women of reason made dormant by manipulation and domination.

ROCK THE BOAT!  ROCK THE VOTE!

He had been awake for a long while.

He had been awake for a long while.

The ceiling had not changed its color in all of the time that he stared upon it.  The birds never stopped singing their praises as the rays of hope streamed through the withering panes of his window.  The days seemed longer now.  His knees ached even before placing his feet on the creaking beams that his landlord called a floor.  Lifting the covers from his fatigued form, he gently bowed on one knee and then, the other.  Bowing his head upon his tightly clasped hands, the sunlight illuminated more grandly his coarse, white hair.  His utterances towards God, more a comfort from the awareness of the blistering pains forged upon the human body with the passing of days than a pious plea for help from the Almighty, steadied him for his assault upon the mattress, as he would call upon its firmness to raise his decrepit soul from his morning talk with the Divine.

The days were long passed when his straight razor would, with ease, strike the soft whiskers from his face.  Now, the sharp, glistening blade was reluctant to even scrap the steely white hairs from his cheek.  More war than convenience, he would settle for a more rugged look than his gentlemanly desire.  The mirror reminded him of his son.  The lad would soap his face and take the broad end of a black comb to mightily slay the imaginary beard he wore.  They each stroked their blades against their skin and rinsed them beneath the warm water spilling from the faucet.  Each smiled towards the mirror having conquered their unwanted hair and looking regal.  They were handsome.  The mirror is cruel.  Only one stands before it today.  The other, an esteemed soldier and defender of the Nation, never returned from his duty beyond the seas.  Dreams deferred were dashed.  Raised to carry the torch, the old man would eulogize him and watch his friends carry his coffin.  Reflections are as coarse as the hairs that are rinsed from his blade this day.

It takes a few minutes to secure his gold cuff links into his finely ironed shirt.  Every crease pronounced.  Collar straight without error.  He had learned in his youth that winsome presentation is rewarded with great favor from God and man.  Not a day would pass that he did not think of the "good thing"  that God awarded him in his more carefree days.  His wife would always pierce his sleeves with the cuff links and gently place his robe upon his shoulders every Sunday morn.  He would hold her ever youthful hands and pray to the unseen God that He would keep her in perfect peace with her mind stayed on him.  She would embrace.  He would kiss her forehead.  She departed to the front row to cheer him as he preached.  None would hold his hand on this day.  No arms would comfort him.  Two years ago, he kissed her forehead for the last time.  On this day, when the world would challenge him greatly, there would be no cheer leader in the front row.  Parked in the space that was set aside for him for over thirty years, the links glistened as the day shone forth through the windshield.  Today, he would stand for the sake of righteousness.  No books in his office to pack.  Entirely sterile, it was.  He knew this would be his last.

He is tired.

Over three thousand souls peered at him as he held to both sides of the pulpit.  In his youth, he rested upon the pulpit for dramatic effect.  Now, weakened by the long years of spiritual warfare, it is a buttress for his failing legs.  They were close enough to hear his thoughts yet, a million light years away from what he believed.  No doubt, they were cautious to show him respect.  For, in their youth, he taught them Bible stories and encouraged them throughout their formidable years.  They honored him as they would any elder from the community.  When they left for college, they learned truths.  The stories seemed to fade.  They were just words spoken by a man.  Anyway, he was old.  He was cranky.  He hated people.  He hated people for what they said.  It was a truth.  He hated people for what they did.  It was a truth.  He hated people for what they believed.  It was a truth.  In this day, he was ancient.  He was holding to old thoughts, old ways of doing things and keeping people out that needed to be a part.  It was a truth.  We gave him a chance to change and to become more enlightened.  He refused.  We can not have our children coming up believing what he believed.  How will we ever get those "out there" to come in with him saying what he believes?  It is a truth.  We know more now.  In his day, we did not restrain him.  This must be his last.

He felt their eyes.  Their respect was merely a kind exchange of patience.  If only he had spoken the words that would share their faith then, he would be a hero.  In the deep recesses of his heart, he wanted to be celebrated.  However, he remembered the vow.  He remembered that moment.  It was not in a picturesque edifice filled with silver and gold.  It was not before three thousand souls.  There was no three hundred member choir singing from rafters.  He remembered being in the presence of that still quiet voice.  He remembered how tears fell upon his neck and chest.  He remembered being told that he was loved.  After all that he did, he was still loved.  No promise to or from man would ever equate to the solemn promise that he had given to this Spirit that loved him for all eternity.  Their stern looks would not prevail.  His face was hardened.

He knew that the die was cast.

They have come to silence the message.  They have come to rid themselves of the messenger.  His words are mere violence upon the ears and souls of men.  What shield have we against his darts?  Does he not know that we have one in the wings that speaks like us and for us?  If only in the dark of night, we could have banished him with our tongues, our quills, our allegiances.  He would not listen to our counsel.  We had been brothers in cause.  How distant he became to us.  He left us.  We spoke of the need for compromise for the sake of godly gain.  He retorted that we must be upright in all our dealings.  Rather than accepting that the world has changed and everything around him, he chose to be brave and protest self-righteously.  We yielded to a better way of thinking.  He said there was a more correct way of thinking.  When we saw things as they were, he told us not to be blind to irreverent actions and hostile prejudices.  He told us to beware the enemy.  We caught him traveling with the enemy.  How dare he stand before us as if he is better than us!?  His message has cost us much.  We have lost many with him as our messenger.  When he finishes, we will be done with him.  He has brought us nothing but disunity.  Far more important than his truth, our unity is.  If he does not soothe us, he shall rue the day that he came to deliver his truth.

Amidst a few patters of hands, he yielded.  The Truth had been spoken.  The new diviner was standing in the back.  It had been a common practice that the elder and the junior would stand together.  Each shaking the hands of the parishioners as they exited.  At the close of service, the cleric was mobbed.  Babies were kissed.  The women's ministry head invites him to a tea next Saturday.  The Treasurer invites him to join his foursome Wednesday at the Country Club.  The newest deacon inquires about a promotion among the laity.  He waves toward the old man leaving through the rear exit.  The old man pauses.  They once loved him.  When he stood against those who sought to do evil against the City, he preached in the City's Square all night and all day.  When fellow clerics sought to compromise yielding their power to the state, he stood against them.  Criticized as arrogant and self-centered, he shielded himself from their antithesis by holding his wife's hand.  Before the old man can raise his hand to wave back, the cleric has turned his back.  He tells his parishioners gathered outside the door, "Tomorrow will be different.  We will grow with a new message.  I will be that messenger.  Let the old ways die and embrace a new day."

The exit door closes unnoticed.