If this was the case, justice would have been served quickly with a short rope and tall tree. Instead, he was “sentenced” to 35 years of being housed, fed, and his welfare cared for.
Crazy how the 40 hour work week is now maligned as ultra capitalism when in reality Henry Ford, a known neo-Nazi, popularized the 40 hour work week so his employees could have extra time with their family.
He also raised their wages because he believed ever Ford man should own a Ford car.
He was later sued from carrying out these pro-worker measures by these guys for "breaking fiduciary duty to shareholders"
My parents raised me to not be racist. As did my public school and all the churches I attended.
It worked because I lived in a small town far separated from niggerdom.
But reality requires honesty.
Reality is racist.
Shocking video out of Florida shows a black man riding up to a White man and accusing him of being on the jury that convicted Karmelo Anthony before punching him, despite him being tried in Texas.
“I thought you wuz on da jury selection fo Karmelo, my b.”
@TheBlackChannel ✅ brought a knife to a HS trackmeet
✅ was asked to leave somewhere he wasn’t allowed to be
✅ stabbed a kid in the heart
✅ 15+ witnesses
✅ family raised 600k and bought a mansion and new Escalade instead of the best lawyer they could find
✅ justice served
America. I came here for a fishing rod.
A simple thing.
A stick. A line. A hook.
In Japan, this is how you speak to a river.
Quietly. Patiently. With humility.
You lower yourself to the water.
You wait.
The fish decides.
I walked into Bass Pro Shops.
I could not find the fishing rods.
I found the guns.
Many guns.
A wall of guns.
Floor to ceiling.
Side to side.
Gleaming and waiting —
the way a cathedral waits.
Not for you to arrive.
For you to finally understand
why you came.
I stood there for a long time.
And slowly, I began to understand.
In Japan, to catch a bass, you use a rod.
In America, to catch a bass, you bring overwhelming force.
This is not fishing.
This is a declaration of intent.
I picked up a rifle scope.
I raised it slowly to my eye.
I looked through it toward the lake outside the window —
the still, glittering, unsuspecting lake —
and I saw it clearly for the first time.
The enemy.
The employee appeared beside me.
I did not hear her coming.
This impressed me deeply.
She had training.
"Can I help you find something?"
I lowered the scope.
I looked at her.
She looked at me.
"I am scouting the enemy," I told her.
She nodded.
Without hesitation.
Without confusion.
She has done this before.
Everyone who comes here has done this before.
This is what you do
before you fish in America.
I left with no fishing rod.
I left with no gun.
I left with something heavier —
a new philosophy,
settled into my bones
the way a long war
settles into a soldier
who has finally seen the battlefield
and understood
that the battlefield
was always inside her.
A kunoichi does not fish for bass.
Bass Pro prepares the kunoichi for bass.
Is this normal?
Please explain American fishing to me.
I am ready to learn.