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Reduced, then, to teaching and preaching, the Negroes will have no outlet but to go down a blind alley, if the sort of education which they are now receiving is to enable them to find the way out of their present difficulties.
Carter Godwin Woodson, The Mis-Education of the Negro (1933)
Hey white boy,
What you doin’ uptown?
Lou Reed, Waiting for the Man (more…)
A Lammas loaf owl with salt eyes, baked to mark the blessing of the First Fruits of harvest on August 1, or Lammas Day.
A Lammas loaf owl with salt eyes, baked to mark the blessing of the First Fruits of harvest on August 1, or Lammas Day.
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The first day of August is one of the four cross-quarter solar holidays. It’s known as either Lammas or Lughnasadh, depending on whether you’re of the Saxon or the Celtic persuasion. (If “Blessed be!” is a common greeting for you, then you get it. If not, I’ll just say welcome to the hottest part of the year — and this year’s been a doozy.) It’s one of the traditional harvest festivals, which of course has a secondary meaning: death.
Things often get pretty wonky for me on August 1; if it’s not the Grim Reaper dropping by for a social call, then it’s some other fine mess. Also, the day falls on a Full Moon this year. (more…)
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Leftists ruin everything. Nothing, not even children’s toys, is immune from their hateful ideology. A case in point is Greta Gerwig’s Barbie. There are countless women who played with Barbie dolls as children, put them aside when they grew up, and occasionally think nostalgically about them without ever suspecting that they were the targets of Leftist consciousness-raising. But from the very start, Barbie sets them straight.
Barbie begins with a voiceover that sounds like a witch. In the bad old days, little girls only played with baby dolls, which their cunning parents foisted on them to brainwash them into wanting to become mothers. (more…)
Norman Rockwell, Doctor and Doll, 1942.
Norman Rockwell, Doctor and Doll, 1942.
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I’m a blond bimbo girl, in a fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I’m your dolly!
We live in an era of apparently rampant transsexualism. The media insist upon spotlighting various gender-benders and forcing them down the throat of a captive audience, at which point vinegar-drinking moral guardians insist that the captive audience reiterates the lies (more…)