Dew covers the ground as the pre-dawn chill rolls in and the loneliest man in the nation stirs from his bed roll on the cold hard ground. A small fire and a cup of coffee begin his day; his horse and a dog are his only companions. His thoughts drift from the task at hand, ...
through his saddle bag, finds a leather pouch filled with tobacco, and rolls himself a cigarette. The day is young and the work is never ending. A puff of smoke drifts from his lips towards the open skies as he saddles his horse. His liberty is derived from his life; ...
Whites are truly Schrodinger's Race. We're not a people, don't have a culture, cannot have a collective, because we don't exist. While simultaneously being the worst group ever and the evil people who put everyone else into groups, which still oddly do exist and are special
The neocons’ top two priorities were war for Israel and destroying the populist right, so anyone who thinks they’ve been humbled by the midterms are not paying attention.