Things That Amaze Me: The Demand for Reparations

 

Of all the stupid ideas that anyone on either side of the political spectrum has ever come up with, the idea of reparations to black people for slavery has got to be #1 on the list.  (If not #1, then #2.)  

At this point let me give anyone who's reading this a warning:  you may not like some of the things I'm going to say.  I'm going to say some very disparaging things about the people who support the lunatic idea of reparations, and that covers both black AND white people.  So if you're gonna throw the "racist" accusation at me, you can just shove that up your backside right now.  Besides, the truth ain't racist.

So, having said that, let's get at it. 

To me, reparations is nothing more than a "get rich quick" scheme devised by a certain segment of the black community and supported by a certain segment of the white community (spelled L-I-B-E-R-A-L-S), a way to get money without having to actually work for it.  It's just another manifestation of the victim mentality that some in the black community have been practicing for literally decades, and it's only getting worse.  To me, there is nothing more insane for anyone regardless of color to have to pay anyone else regardless of color a monetary fee in any amount for an act that may or may not have been committed by someone's ancestor to another person's ancestor more than 160 years ago.  Comedian Rob Schneider summed it up best when he said (and this is a direct quote), "It's like paying child support for a child you never had with a woman you never fucked."

And he's 100% correct.  

But let's say that this stupid idea comes to fruition as it has in Kalifornia.  Let's look at some of the stumbling blocks that are invariably going to be in the way of implementation of this moronic idea.

Who would actually pay?  All white people?  Or just the descendents of those whose ancestors did actually own slaves?  And how do you prove who owned slaves and who didn't?  And who pays for this research?

Who would actually get the money?  All black people?  Or just the descendents of those whose ancestors were actually slaves?  And how do you prove whose ancestor was a slave and whose wasn't?  And again, who pays for this research? 

How about black people whose ancestors were slave owners?  Would they have to pay reparations as well?  They did exist, you know.  And Sunni Hostin, she of the diarrhea mouth on "The Veiw" can verify that as someone traced her family tree and found that she's descended from a black slave holder.  Additionally, the wealthiest slave holder in South Carolina as of 1861 was a freed black man who himself owned more than 100 slaves, more than anyone else in the entire state.  And yet again, who's going to pay for the research?

How much would the payment be per person?  Certainly not the FIVE MILION DOLLARS EACH that the state of Kalifornia just approved.  So how do you determine how much is paid?

How would the money be paid out?  Would the payments be made to one central agency and then the payouts be handled from there?  If so, who's gonna pay for that to happen?  Because nothing is free, you know, despite what the libtards want you to think.  And how can you guarantee that 100% of the money is paid out and not absconded with via fraudulent means?  (This would especially be true in Kalifornia and Minnesota.)

But let's get back to the basic fact that reparations is a stupid idea.  Nobody in this century owes anyone else in this century anything for something that was done two centuries ago by their ancestors.  And don't even start with the "systemic racism" shit because that dog won't hunt.  Anyone with an ounce of common sense knows that's bullshit (which leaves out most liberals and anyone supporting the idea of reparations).  

And if that's not enough for you, there's this:  Approximately 330,000 Union soldiers died freeing the slaves.  And that number includes black soldiers as well as white soldiers.  As far as I'm concerned, that debt - if there ever was one - has been paid in full with the blood of those dead soldiers, both black and white.

The fact is this:  the demand for reparations is nothing but greed, pure and simple.  It's a way for those in the black community that are too fuckin' lazy to work for a living to have someone hand them money for doing absolutely nothing.   

And that's something I will NEVER support, regardless of who's trying to pull it off.

So here's the bottom line that a lot of people aren't going to like, but it's the truth:  reparations will never happen.  Never.  And those in support of this stupid idea better get used to it, because no amount of pontification, yelling, screaming, and protesting is going to change it.

And that's the truth.

Deo Vindice
IHC

 

  

My Arlington Adventure

One of the activities that my American Legion post is involved in is called "Washing the Wall," and it's an annual event where Legionnaires from all over SC get together, ride up to DC and help the US Park Service wash one of the many monuments they're in charge of. It started out as helping wash the Vietnam monument which is called "The Wall," but over time the mission has broadend out somewhat. This year we were scheduled to wash the Korean War Monument. 

The plan was to meet at the Bojangles in Lugoff, SC on Thursday, Sept 24th, and leave from there at 8AM sharp. The weather apps were all predicting rain for that morning, so when I went to bed Wednesday night I said a prayer asking for no rain. I was very pleased to see that when I got up the chance of rain had dropped from 65% down to 10%, and I made the 40 minute ride out to the meeting place with no problem.

Ten minutes after I got there it started to rain, so me and the other riders and their passengers started putting on rain suits. It had been at least 10 years since I had worn mine, and I was a little disturbed to discover that I had almost outgrown it. It was a snug fit, but I managed to get into it. (I bought a new one today, by the way, in a bigger size!) After we suited up we hit the road, riding down Route 20E towards Interstate 95N that we'd take all the way to Dumfries, Va. 

It rained on us for the next 2 1/2 hours, from Lugoff all the way to Benson, NC. At times the rain was coming down so hard I couldn't see further than 2 bikes ahead of me. During those intense downpours the leader (who was riding a trike and didn't have to worry about traction like I did on 2 wheels) slowed down to 60MPH, but the rest of the time we were zipping along in staggered formation at 70MPH.

To say it was an intense ride would be the understatement of the year.

We stopped at Kenly 95 Truck Stop in Kenly, NC for lunch, and then continued on to Dumfries. That was our initial destination because that's where we were staying. MUCH cheaper than DC! We finally made it to the hotel at around 5:30PM, having been on the road for nine and a half hours.  

The plans for Friday was for the group to head out to Arlington National Cemetery because my post was going to lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldiers. It was a 30 mile ride from Dumfries to Arlington, and traffic was a friggin' nightmare! The ceremony was supposed to take place at 11:15AM, but we were late getting there so it was pushed back to 1:15PM. I spent the time at the Tomb, watching the changing of the guard and the other wreath ceremonies, getting some good pictures and even better video along the way. The USS MAINE memorial was right across the street, so I went over there as well. As soon as the wreath ceremony was over we saddled up and rode to Mount Vernon for a very late lunch - or an early dinner, whichever. Then it was back to the hotel for the rest of the night.

The next day, Saturday, was the day we were going to the Korean War Monument to help wash it, but I'd had all I could stand of DC traffic. That, plus the fact that the weather was predicted to turn bad around mid-day Saturday due to the Nor'easter coming down the coast and was going to stay bad - meaning rain - all day Sunday, so I told the leader of the group that I wasn't going to deal with either the traffic or the rain again and would be leaving Saturday morning to go home instead of going out to the Korean War Memorial. I also wasn't too fond of the idea of zipping up the highway at 70MPH in the full dark, since we were supposed to leave the hotel at 5AM. I hated to leave the group and not carry through with the main reason for the trip, but my safety and well-being has priority in my mind, so that was that.

So I left Dumfries at 8:30AM on Saturday, riding to my sister's house in Angier, NC where I spent the night. The weather Saturday morning had already started to close in, and I didn't see the sun until I got to Emporia, Virginia - and I got sprinkled on coming out of Richmond, but nothing bad. This morning I got up to a clear sky and cool temperatures, with no rain predicted for the next 6 days either in Angier or in Lexington where I live. We had breakfast, and then around 9:30AM I cranked up the bike and headed for home, arriving a little before 1PM after traveling for a total of 4 days and 1,090 miles. 

It wasn't the best bike trip I've ever been on, but it wasn't the worst, either. I just don't think I'll be doing it again next year. If I never ride in DC traffic again for the rest of my life it'll be too soon.

Deo Vindice

IHC

 

   Lunch break in Kenly, NC