I saw "13 Hours" last night. As soon as the consulate came under attack, there was an American drone overhead transmitting everything going outside to the Pentagon. Nobody did a thing except for a Seal in Tripoli who rounded up two Delta special operators and flew in. Obama and Hillary knew, even though they, with Susan Rice, Hillary's longtime henchman who was in charge of crushing the women who came forward about her husband sexually harassing and even raping them. She did this because she wanted to follow Bill coat-tails into the presidency. Now she's trying to. Why did Obama, Hillary, and Susan Rice lie and deny the planned attack on Benghazi, an attack that included a devastating mortar and insist it was a demonstration that just got out of hand? Simple. Obama was facing re-election in two months and didn't want any bad news about his inept foreign policy. His policy was trying to get something for nothing, "leading from behind" looking like a coward and putting no "skin in the game."
It doesn't work that way. The Sharia Muslims are coming for us regardless of how weak we act. The gutless Democrates will simply convert. They love structure and force, and they will get them in spades from Sharia Islam! Islam almost had a world-wide empire - stopped in France, thank God- and they're trying again. Sharia Muslims hate homosexuals. They torture them to death. Obama has, as president, bowed to Muslims. When he goes to other countries, he apologizes for America. Who's side is he on anyway? His glorified father was a Muslim. What side would you expect him to be or at least to be very sympathetic to? Muslims. I read both his books. In one, he tells of a college buddy and him yelling at people he claimed walked their dogs from their ritzy areas to his not so ritzy area so their dogs would poop there. Do you know what Obama and his friend called these despicable dog-walkers? They yelled "Colonists" at them. Now I ask you what world does Obama live in? Who yells "Colonists" at dog-walkers? Teed-off Muslims is who! Obama and Hillary both killed an American ambassador, two Seals, and a State Department communications expert so they could become presidents. One succeeded. Don't let the other. Hillary is not a civilized person. She is a deadly schemer only interested in herself and whomever she considers hers. Democrats must give her up. Peter Nickerson. Philosophy Major, Class of '68, W&M.
Monday, January 25, 2016
Saturday, January 23, 2016
No Musllims In America!
I was having lunch when two guys I knew at another table were discussing
Obama wanting to let Syrian refugees into America. I said, "No Muslims! No Muslims!"Immediately behind me, I heard a strangled voice calling me."Redneck! Redneck!" he managed to say.I turned around to confront the strange voice and saw that he was a young man with his body twisted with some disease. I didn't say anything, but I thought he was either uninformed or crazy. Didn't he know that the Muslims in Europe were not interested in becoming citizens of their countries and obeying the laws of their countries, but in changing through unlimited degradation and violence their new countries into hateful, degrading, murdering, poverty-stricken Sharia states where young, poor men have no hope of finding female sexual partnersThese young men will be testosterone-poisoned and prone to any outlets for violence while the rich men will have multiple wives and mistresses as allowed by the horrible Shariah Islam ideology-religion that rules them.
Didn't this crippled young man behind me know, for instance, that since at least 2014 Shariah Muslims have been committing tanarrush (Arabic for "collective harassment") in Sweden, and the Swedish police had refused to investigate or even record the complaints from female citizens younger than fourteen who had fingers and even objects pushed into their vaginas and anuses? The police ignored their own citizens because the men who commited these crimes and perversions were refugees from Afghanistan. Collectivists such as liberals, communists, fascists, and Hillary Clinton all hate the truth and will go to any length to deny the truth and suppress it.
Crippled young man behind me, can't you see that Americans are as mad as hell about corrupt government employees everywhere, and we're not going to take it anymore? Rubio is a weak, pretty boy, and Cruz is weak and corrupt (just look at his mouth!). My vote is going for Trump.
Peter Nickerson, philosophy major, W&M, class of 68.
Obama wanting to let Syrian refugees into America. I said, "No Muslims! No Muslims!"Immediately behind me, I heard a strangled voice calling me."Redneck! Redneck!" he managed to say.I turned around to confront the strange voice and saw that he was a young man with his body twisted with some disease. I didn't say anything, but I thought he was either uninformed or crazy. Didn't he know that the Muslims in Europe were not interested in becoming citizens of their countries and obeying the laws of their countries, but in changing through unlimited degradation and violence their new countries into hateful, degrading, murdering, poverty-stricken Sharia states where young, poor men have no hope of finding female sexual partnersThese young men will be testosterone-poisoned and prone to any outlets for violence while the rich men will have multiple wives and mistresses as allowed by the horrible Shariah Islam ideology-religion that rules them.
Didn't this crippled young man behind me know, for instance, that since at least 2014 Shariah Muslims have been committing tanarrush (Arabic for "collective harassment") in Sweden, and the Swedish police had refused to investigate or even record the complaints from female citizens younger than fourteen who had fingers and even objects pushed into their vaginas and anuses? The police ignored their own citizens because the men who commited these crimes and perversions were refugees from Afghanistan. Collectivists such as liberals, communists, fascists, and Hillary Clinton all hate the truth and will go to any length to deny the truth and suppress it.
Crippled young man behind me, can't you see that Americans are as mad as hell about corrupt government employees everywhere, and we're not going to take it anymore? Rubio is a weak, pretty boy, and Cruz is weak and corrupt (just look at his mouth!). My vote is going for Trump.
Peter Nickerson, philosophy major, W&M, class of 68.
Friday, January 8, 2016
Tom Hartman: Hypocrite
Tom Hartman has a three hour radio show on weekdays and a daily TV show. He and his wife drink wine at night. Yet he sneers every time he says "the rich."
I can guarantee you that Tommy boy is rich. Why doesn't he get rid of a situation that he publicly finds dispicable? Why doesn't he give away his wealth? The answer is that he is a hypocrite. Another one of those like Hillary Clinton. Their message is " Do as I say not as I do. As a Nietzchian hero, I am above you. My powerful, selfish will makes me an elite. Just do as I say, plebians and serfs or you'll be sorry." Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, William and Mary, '68.
I can guarantee you that Tommy boy is rich. Why doesn't he get rid of a situation that he publicly finds dispicable? Why doesn't he give away his wealth? The answer is that he is a hypocrite. Another one of those like Hillary Clinton. Their message is " Do as I say not as I do. As a Nietzchian hero, I am above you. My powerful, selfish will makes me an elite. Just do as I say, plebians and serfs or you'll be sorry." Peter Nickerson, Philosophy Major, William and Mary, '68.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Trevon Martin Situations
You are lying on a concrete sidewalk, and a person of Trevon Martin's build is banging the back of your head into the concrete because you had the noseyness to ask him who he was because this was a gated community and houses were being broken into. Instead of him replying, "Why do you ask?" or a more assertive "What business is it of yours," your assailant knocks you down and starts banging your head against the concrete sidewalk. What should you do?
Do nothing and be complicit in a man causing you to possibly be brain-damaged with seizures the rest of your life? Would that be right, moral, or even loving? Would it be loving to let the assailant commit murder? Here I go deeper into the concept of love than Jesus did, to say that it is not loving to let someone slap your cheek and just turn your other one to him. It is not loving to enable someone to be a psychopath and injure or kill people. Sorry, Jesus. If you cannot get away and the assailant continues pounding your head, then the most loving thing to do in this situation is to pull out your gun and blow him off your chest.
I lived about a hundred miles from this incident in Florida, and I believe that is how it happened. I would also say that if the assailant had been my son, the moral, most loving thing to do in that situation would have been for the victim to blow my son away. I am sure this comes as no news to my son, and I hope he would think the same of me. We've got to be civilized. Peter Nickerson
Do nothing and be complicit in a man causing you to possibly be brain-damaged with seizures the rest of your life? Would that be right, moral, or even loving? Would it be loving to let the assailant commit murder? Here I go deeper into the concept of love than Jesus did, to say that it is not loving to let someone slap your cheek and just turn your other one to him. It is not loving to enable someone to be a psychopath and injure or kill people. Sorry, Jesus. If you cannot get away and the assailant continues pounding your head, then the most loving thing to do in this situation is to pull out your gun and blow him off your chest.
I lived about a hundred miles from this incident in Florida, and I believe that is how it happened. I would also say that if the assailant had been my son, the moral, most loving thing to do in that situation would have been for the victim to blow my son away. I am sure this comes as no news to my son, and I hope he would think the same of me. We've got to be civilized. Peter Nickerson
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Beautiful Women, Not Objects
Thinking about going out to watch the Patriot-Cowboy game Sunday, one reason for not going and just listening to it on the radio was that I knew the haters of choice (freedom) had prevailed. I would not see more than a glimpse of the beautiful, sexy Cowboy cheerleaders doing their sensual routines. The haters of freedom had intimidated the sheep into accepting less pleasure and more misery on the nutty assertion that women when enjoyed for their beauty and sexuality were objects. No, fake feminists, women are people not objects. Enjoying people for whatever reason does not make them objects. The heterosexual men and homosexual women enjoying the beautiful babes cavorting about on the sidelines are enjoying women not objects. Would that any object could replace a Cowboy cheerleader as these heart-breakers are extremely limited!
One reason I suspect the sheep have kowtowed to the haters of personal choice (they want to make your choices for you, idiots!) is that men in the company of women become little boys when they see the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. They make all kinds of immature, sexual comments, their eyes bug out, and their tongues drool. The women with them don't want to see that. But the answer is not restricting the little boys' personal choices and supporting the freedom-haters. The answer is to increase the personal freedom of all the people in the room. Meaning that Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders should include well-built, handsome men with big bulges in all the right places too. These men will be greatly appreciated by heterosexual women and homosexual men. Now they too will have something to make earthy comments about and become bug-eyed and drooling over. Now the little boys with them will realize that was is good for the gander is good for the goose. The little boys will become more man-like and moderate their childish behavior because they don't want their women behaving like them. So everyone wins, and the choices become greater for the individuals except for the power-mad neurotics who want to force their misery a la Hillary Clinton onto everyone else.
- Hard Man (exept when I'm having a panic attack from my phobias!) 352-359-0850
One reason I suspect the sheep have kowtowed to the haters of personal choice (they want to make your choices for you, idiots!) is that men in the company of women become little boys when they see the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders. They make all kinds of immature, sexual comments, their eyes bug out, and their tongues drool. The women with them don't want to see that. But the answer is not restricting the little boys' personal choices and supporting the freedom-haters. The answer is to increase the personal freedom of all the people in the room. Meaning that Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders should include well-built, handsome men with big bulges in all the right places too. These men will be greatly appreciated by heterosexual women and homosexual men. Now they too will have something to make earthy comments about and become bug-eyed and drooling over. Now the little boys with them will realize that was is good for the gander is good for the goose. The little boys will become more man-like and moderate their childish behavior because they don't want their women behaving like them. So everyone wins, and the choices become greater for the individuals except for the power-mad neurotics who want to force their misery a la Hillary Clinton onto everyone else.
- Hard Man (exept when I'm having a panic attack from my phobias!) 352-359-0850
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Horse-Whip The Anti-Guns!
I am writing on the premise that the Oregon gunboy asked his victims if they were Christians, and if they said yes, he shot them in the head. I live in the woods in Harmony (fictitious town to avoid a visit from the violent set), Vermont and have heard the above premise stated as what happened from visiting friends. I turned on the radio to try to learn about the shooting, but all I have heard is a mad cacophany of socialist commentators demanding that "something be done about guns." If you were not a useful idiot dedicated to the vile ideology of socialism, you would be demanding that people be responsible and buy more guns and practice, practice not only target shooting but instant response shooting for the cowardly Islamofascists in our midst who like to stab, shoot, and bomb us.
If you country-club Republicans would stop acting like the tough guys that you aren't ( You're just spoiled and pampered by your sycophants who blow up your fragile egos daily!) and recognize that people have emotional disorders and psychoses, you would help make Republicans look less like jackasses. All Republicans need to restore the mental health funds that President Reagan eliminated by closing the state mental hospitals and turning the mentally ill out onto the streets. If you think a huge amount of money is not being spent on the mentally ill out on the streets, you are ignorant of current events - as I get from time to time myself- or you are intellectually or sanity challenged. That money could be spent much better by having places to house, feed, clothe, and treat them. It would be much kinder and more helpful than making our jails and prisons half-assed mental health hospitals. The laws restricting the detaining of a person for say, 48 hours, for mental health observation are far too few in the 50 states, or is it 36, as then presidential candidate Obama thought?
You sheep need to stop cowering and denying and buy a gun and start practicing. The barbarians are among us!
- Hard Man (When I'm not having a panic attack from one of my many phobias!).
If you country-club Republicans would stop acting like the tough guys that you aren't ( You're just spoiled and pampered by your sycophants who blow up your fragile egos daily!) and recognize that people have emotional disorders and psychoses, you would help make Republicans look less like jackasses. All Republicans need to restore the mental health funds that President Reagan eliminated by closing the state mental hospitals and turning the mentally ill out onto the streets. If you think a huge amount of money is not being spent on the mentally ill out on the streets, you are ignorant of current events - as I get from time to time myself- or you are intellectually or sanity challenged. That money could be spent much better by having places to house, feed, clothe, and treat them. It would be much kinder and more helpful than making our jails and prisons half-assed mental health hospitals. The laws restricting the detaining of a person for say, 48 hours, for mental health observation are far too few in the 50 states, or is it 36, as then presidential candidate Obama thought?
You sheep need to stop cowering and denying and buy a gun and start practicing. The barbarians are among us!
- Hard Man (When I'm not having a panic attack from one of my many phobias!).
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Whistle-Blower #16
Yesterday started out great especially for a Monday. I got a call saying I had over-paid a bill and was geating money back. I went to the bank and found out I still had some money left in my account. Then I stood in the line waiting for the soup kitchen to open. Yes, I eat at soup kitchens due to my cowardliness in life.
Standing there, I revealed to some of my buds that I had a fear of bridges. Jimmy asked, "What? A big guy like you afraid of bridges? Come on, man!"
Not wanting to be dissed, I retorted, "Well, you fear going a day without pot!"
Jimmy and another guy, Phobic Frank, laughed.
When blogging yesterday's post at the library, a very bright, very driven woman came by and gave me page 300 which I had asked her to read. On it, she had written that she "loved it."
Walking on air from my little victories so far that day, I went to the gym. The game warden was standing at the counter talking to the manager, Steve. As he walked away, I called out, "Mr. Game Warden." He turned around to face me, and I continued, "What did you think of my page?" Our ensuing conversation went something like this, but first let me emphasize, as this is a law enforcement officer, that I am not giving exact quotes but am paraphrasing: "Did you say this was a page to a book you're working on?"
"Yes, Black Panther. That was page 300."
"Okay. I gave it to my daughter to read, and she said, 'Daddy, what's a cat-hound?"
"That's cute."
"I liked it. It had a rhythm and was friendly. You felt like you were there."
"Thank you. That means a lot to me coming from a game warden and an outdoorsman."
He walked closer to me and said, "I want to write a book on (was it "ethology" the study of behavior characteristics of animals?), but that wouldn't be like this. It's more classifications. Are you still writing it?"
"Yes, still working on it."
"I'd like to see more."
"That's great! I'll tell you what: When I get to page 325, I'll give you a copy."
"That would be great. Look forward to seeing it."
His tone was warm and sincere. Propelled by the day's good news, I lifted far too long- three and a half hours. Of course, most of that was spent sitting on a bench and trying to recover from the previous set. Wiped out, I went home, drank my protein and milk mix, and got into bed as soon as possible.
This morning, I woke up abruptly and early. I had been reviewing in a dream my conversation with the game warden. I realized I had actually talked to a game warden about Black Panther, though we hadn't touched anything about what I had said, just how I had said it. I found myself fearful and regretful that I had given him the page. What was his reaction to what I had said? I felt I couldn't talk to him about fishing without letting him know I was writing an expose on black panthers and the Florida's Game Commission's attitude toward them.
There would be no honor in blind-siding him, and I have been dishonorable too much in my life.But what did he think of the validity of what I was saying? Had he called his buddies, if any, at the Florida Game Commission? I would have, but I fight clean and legally. I don't have that faith in Florida's Game Commission, not from what all the people in Black Panther have said. Plus, the logging industry will kill people who get in the way of their greedy interests. Sister Dorothy Strang was shot dead while walking down the street with her sisters by loggers. She is only one of many who get jailed or killed for opposing logging, a business that usually rapes the land and murders the animals. But it is highly profitable. Follow the money.
This leads me to the next step of walking across the street from the library where I am now to the State Attorney's Office and giving them a copy of this post so, again, the local game warden won't be blind-sided about me writing about our conversation at the gym. That means he will have my blogsite's name, and can watch what happens with Black Panther and me. The more, the merrier, aye? Peter Nickerson, 352-359-0850, peternickerson12@yahoo.com
Standing there, I revealed to some of my buds that I had a fear of bridges. Jimmy asked, "What? A big guy like you afraid of bridges? Come on, man!"
Not wanting to be dissed, I retorted, "Well, you fear going a day without pot!"
Jimmy and another guy, Phobic Frank, laughed.
When blogging yesterday's post at the library, a very bright, very driven woman came by and gave me page 300 which I had asked her to read. On it, she had written that she "loved it."
Walking on air from my little victories so far that day, I went to the gym. The game warden was standing at the counter talking to the manager, Steve. As he walked away, I called out, "Mr. Game Warden." He turned around to face me, and I continued, "What did you think of my page?" Our ensuing conversation went something like this, but first let me emphasize, as this is a law enforcement officer, that I am not giving exact quotes but am paraphrasing: "Did you say this was a page to a book you're working on?"
"Yes, Black Panther. That was page 300."
"Okay. I gave it to my daughter to read, and she said, 'Daddy, what's a cat-hound?"
"That's cute."
"I liked it. It had a rhythm and was friendly. You felt like you were there."
"Thank you. That means a lot to me coming from a game warden and an outdoorsman."
He walked closer to me and said, "I want to write a book on (was it "ethology" the study of behavior characteristics of animals?), but that wouldn't be like this. It's more classifications. Are you still writing it?"
"Yes, still working on it."
"I'd like to see more."
"That's great! I'll tell you what: When I get to page 325, I'll give you a copy."
"That would be great. Look forward to seeing it."
His tone was warm and sincere. Propelled by the day's good news, I lifted far too long- three and a half hours. Of course, most of that was spent sitting on a bench and trying to recover from the previous set. Wiped out, I went home, drank my protein and milk mix, and got into bed as soon as possible.
This morning, I woke up abruptly and early. I had been reviewing in a dream my conversation with the game warden. I realized I had actually talked to a game warden about Black Panther, though we hadn't touched anything about what I had said, just how I had said it. I found myself fearful and regretful that I had given him the page. What was his reaction to what I had said? I felt I couldn't talk to him about fishing without letting him know I was writing an expose on black panthers and the Florida's Game Commission's attitude toward them.
There would be no honor in blind-siding him, and I have been dishonorable too much in my life.But what did he think of the validity of what I was saying? Had he called his buddies, if any, at the Florida Game Commission? I would have, but I fight clean and legally. I don't have that faith in Florida's Game Commission, not from what all the people in Black Panther have said. Plus, the logging industry will kill people who get in the way of their greedy interests. Sister Dorothy Strang was shot dead while walking down the street with her sisters by loggers. She is only one of many who get jailed or killed for opposing logging, a business that usually rapes the land and murders the animals. But it is highly profitable. Follow the money.
This leads me to the next step of walking across the street from the library where I am now to the State Attorney's Office and giving them a copy of this post so, again, the local game warden won't be blind-sided about me writing about our conversation at the gym. That means he will have my blogsite's name, and can watch what happens with Black Panther and me. The more, the merrier, aye? Peter Nickerson, 352-359-0850, peternickerson12@yahoo.com
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