Wrong Side Out
 
February 28, 2004
 
By Julie Kay Smithson
 
 
 
 
Regarding the animosity toward all domestic grazing animals and the farmers and ranchers that raise them (the grazing buyout agenda -- proposal to further gut America's ability to raise food), it is because the intent is that there be very few people left -- except the perpetrators of this fraud -- which is, after all, their bottom line. Everyone -- but them -- has to go. I forgot ... except for their handmaidens, valets, pilots, Jacuzzi cleaners, and so on. All but them must be swept away from their playground, which you and I know as America (and we ARE native-born Americans), since they picked that magic date, the day before Christopher Columbus landed on our shores, to make everything Nirvana, and all that has come since a 'blight upon the land' and, in their own words, 'useless eaters.'
 
They, of course, being masters of [language] deception, will feign smiles, like Wendell Wood did there at the A Canal Headgates in August 2001, and continue patiently wooing the public that's still sleeping (wrapped in the cotton-wool of sports frenzy and Viagra) up the ramp to the slaughter. In the world of the change agent, 'useless eaters' no longer have functional minds, but rather grey matter that is considered a form of Play-Dough, to be molded and morphed into whatever the 'facilitator' desires.
 
How amused they are by most of us, and how annoyed by those of us that see that they wear their coats wrong side out. We rankle in their olfactory organs worse than burnt tofu -- why, how dare we have the effrontery to discern that filing lawsuits, ostensibly 'on behalf of' 'endangered species,' is nothing more than a moneymaker, and that the Dead Silence from these 'environment lovers' that follows each planned conflagration is also a dead giveaway of their Real Intent!
 
Useless eaters, indeed.
 
The REAL Americans still provide all that makes this motley crew's lives possible -- metal and plastic for their computers, wood and food for their dwelling-places and bellies -- and people like you and I still defend their right to say whatever they desire -- although I would like to see them all enjoying the life of the old story, "Man Without A Country," by Edward Everett Hale (1917), which you may read at: http://www.eastoftheweb.com/short-stories/UBooks/ManOut.shtml
 
Julie Kay Smithson, perhaps the one their mothers warned them about :-)