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The KKK, Hillary, Congressman Weiner, and Obama [aw!m vanity]
Arthur W. March

Posted on 10/13/2016 3:27:59 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March

Hillary's mentor, Robert KKK Byrd, would have been one giddy old cuss if he were alive today.

When I was five years old a neighbor had tricked me into laughing at a few KKK rhymes which dehumanized black people.

My mother put a stop to it pronto and then finessed the matter brilliantly. An art student [very popular with her junior college teacher at the time] she taught me in creative ways that 'black is beautiful'.

Took me years to fully comprehend, but it was my first lesson in counter-propaganda.

And just think of the century and a half that the KKK had to hone its propaganda tactics with even greater sophistication than the Nazis. It took the USA over a century to overcome anti-black propaganda, and now?


He is the best gift the KKK ever had:

1. His corrupt porkulus

2. His slips about 'corpse-men' and 'fifty seven states'

3. Obama-care [aka 0-care]

4. His tire-inflation energy plan

5. His loony-tune hatred of police

6. His support of Black Lives Matter

7. His worship of muslims

8. His fanaticism about muslim refugees

9. His apathy toward ebola, terrorism, and ISIS

10. Even his bungling of 'natural born status' ...

We should be proud that the non-black population still resists KKK propaganda.

But it's not over yet.

Now for the klan's favorite stereotype of a black man:

A fool who jived his way into the White House as a respectable married man who then gets caught showing off his engorged member to a group of females.

Congressman Weiner was impeached and removed from the House for doing the same thing. But the democrats just laugh when a black man does it. Truth is that they are too racist to take Obama seriously.

What has Hillary said about Obama's lapse into KKK cartoon land? Her silence is racist too.

Or is it that Hillary has the soul of a sodomite? That would help explain why she remains married to a rapist who frequents Pedophile Island more than any other man on earth.

But the general outrage against Weiner indicates that democrats actually know what decency is. It's just that they expect more from a Jew than an 'ignorant' black man who 'affirmative actioned' his way through Harvard.

And what makes matters worse is the DNC's peculiar relationship with Black Lives Matter -- a terrorist group that incites assassination of police.

The DNC might as well be holding a black mass they way they are raising the KKK from its grave. Before Black Lives Matter the klan was the democrats' paramilitary organization.

They always need paramilitaries BTW: union thugs, Black Panthers, anarchists, and green fanatics. I suppose they expect muslim refugees would make handy paramility henchmen as well.

Is the klan behind all of this? Do they still control the DNC?

Of all the fine black men to choose for President -- Obama is now their symbolic apex. Compare that piece of human filth with Thomas Sowell and Walter Williams and Alan Keyes and so many other great minds.

Alan Keyes ran for President once, a statesman I proudly supported and introduced to this forum. His big 'scandal' was jumping in a mosh pit. There's no comparison: Keyes trusted people to hold him up while Obama acted like a pervert.

If the old media was really so eager to inspire better race relations imagine if they had given Alan Keyes air time during the 2000 primary. They could have spiced up the campaign with making him defend his mosh pit 'scandal' and his 'outrageous' claims about the strange death of Ron Brown.

Oh and Ron Brown was also black, so the DNC didn't think his questionable death was worth an autopsy.

But Alan Keyes stood for decency in the White House. He would have shattered stereotypes of black lewdness.

What kind of puppetmaster is the KKK? Do they pull the old media's strings as well?

TOPICS: FReeper Editorial; News/Current Events; Politics/Elections
KEYWORDS: dnc; eugenics; hillary; kkk; lewdness; obama; propaganda; racism; weiner

1 posted on 10/13/2016 3:27:59 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March
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Obama Flaunts E[x]ection to Female Reporters...

[sleazy as sin alert]

2 posted on 10/13/2016 3:30:55 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March (Hillary's Trickle Up policy: rob Haiti relief, water down AIDS medicine. Sell sleazy pardons.)
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To: stephenjohnbanker

Hillary also admires Margaret Sanger ...

The Negro Project- Margaret Sanger’s EUGENIC Plan for Black Americans

[extermination of their babies]

Margaret Sanger: Birth Control Pioneer and Feminist-Fascist

The Shameless Abortion Carnival [A snuff film on CNN]

3 posted on 10/13/2016 3:33:58 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March (Hillary's Trickle Up policy: rob Haiti relief, water down AIDS medicine. Sell sleazy pardons.)
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When the the democrats lost their slaves, they became a terrorist party ever since.

They embraced unions because union thugs are terrorists, such as Emma Godlman’s battle over a steel company. Four dead and several injured if I recall. Not to mention her speech incited a man to assassinate President McKinley.

4 posted on 10/17/2016 3:46:41 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March (Hillary's Trickle Up policy: take bribes, sell sleazy pardons, water down AIDS medicine.)
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To: Arthur Wildfire! March

Urg ... Emma *Goldman* — gold-man.

5 posted on 10/17/2016 3:47:32 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March (Hillary's Trickle Up policy: take bribes, sell sleazy pardons, water down AIDS medicine.)
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“I Will Kill Frick”: Emma Goldman Recounts the Attempt to Assassinate the Chairman of the Carnegie Steel Company During the: Homestead Strike in 1892

by Emma Goldman

Henry Clay Frick, chairman of the Carnegie Steel Company, was demonized by labor for his role in the violent Homestead strike in 1892 in which a pitched battle was fought between strikers and company-hired Pinkerton detectives. Known for his uncompromising and cruel tactics, Frick became an obvious target for labor activists looking to make a statement during the protracted strike.

[I guess the workers couldn’t just quit and move? Instead they infringed on other peoples’ property rights. Thou shalt not steal.]

In this excerpt from her autobiography, Living my Life, radical Emma Goldman described how fellow radical Alexander Berkman decided to murder Frick during the Homestead strike.

It was May 1892. News from Pittsburgh announced that trouble had broken out between the Carnegie Steel Company and its employees organized in the Amalgamated Association of Iron and Steel Workers. It was one of the biggest and most efficient labour bodies of the country, consisting mostly of Americans, men of decision and grit, who would assert their rights. The Carnegie Company, on the other hand, was a powerful corporation, known as a hard master. It was particularly significant that Andrew Carnegie, its president, had temporarily turned over the entire management to the company’s chairman, Henry Clay Frick, a man known for his enmity to labour. Frick was also the owner of extensive coke-fields, where unions were prohibited and the workers were ruled with an iron hand.

The high tariff on imported steel had greatly boomed the American steel industry. The Carnegie Company had practically a monopoly of it and enjoyed unprecedented prosperity. Its largest mills were in Homestead, near Pittsburgh, where thousands of workers were employed, their tasks requiring long training and high skill. Wages were arranged between the company and the union, according to a sliding scale based on the prevailing market price of steel products. The current agreement was about to expire, and the workers presented a new wage schedule, calling for an increase because of the higher market prices and enlarged output of the mills.

The philanthropic Andrew Carnegie conveniently retired to his castle in Scotland, and Frick took full charge of the situation. He declared that henceforth the sliding scale would be abolished. The company would make no more agreements with the Amalgamated Association; it would itself determine the wages to be paid. In fact, he would not recognize the union at all. He would not treat with the employees collectively, as before. He would close the mills, and the men might consider themselves discharged. Thereafter they would have to apply for work individually, and the pay would be arranged with every worker separately. Frick curtly refused the peace advances of the workers’ organization, declaring that there was “nothing to arbitrate.” Presently the mills were closed. “Not a strike, but a lockout,” Frick announced. It was an open declaration of war.

Feeling ran high in Homestead and vicinity. The sympathy of the entire country was with the men. Even the most conservative part of the press condemned Frick for his arbitrary and drastic methods. They charged him with deliberately provoking a crisis that might assume national proportions, in view of the great numbers of men locked out by Frick’s action, and the probable effect upon affiliated unions and on related industries.

Labour throughout the country was aroused. The steel-workers declared that they were ready to take up the challenge of Frick: they would insist on their right to organize and to deal collectively with their employers. Their tone was manly, ringing with the spirit of their rebellious forebears of the Revolutionary War.

Far away from the scene of the impending struggle, in our little ice-cream parlour in the city of Worcester, we eagerly followed developments. To us it sounded the awakening of the American worker, the long-awaited day of his resurrection. The native toiler had risen, he was beginning to feel his mighty strength, he was determined to break the chains that had held him in bondage so long, we thought. Our hearts were fired with admiration for the men of Homestead.

We continued our daily work, waiting on customers, frying pancakes, serving tea and ice-cream; but our thoughts were in Homestead, with the brave steel-workers. We became so absorbed in the news that we would not permit ourselves enough time even for sleep. At daybreak one of the boys would be off to get the first editions of the papers. We saturated ourselves with the events in Homestead to the exclusion of everything else. Entire nights we would sit up discussing the various phases of the situation, almost engulfed by the possibilities of the gigantic struggle.

One afternoon a customer came in for an ice-cream, while I was alone in the store. As I set the dish down before him, I caught the large headlines of his paper: “LATEST DEVELOPMENTS IN HOMESTEAD — FAMILIES OF STRIKERS EVICTED FROM THE COMPANY HOUSES—WOMAN IN CONFINEMENT CARRIED OUT INTO STREET BY SHERIFFS.” I read over the man’s shoulder Frick’s dictum to the workers: he would rather see them dead than concede to their demands, and he threatened to import Pinkerton detectives. The brutal bluntness of the account, the inhumanity of Frick towards the evicted mother, inflamed my mind. Indignation swept my whole being. I heard the man at the table ask: “Are you sick, young lady? Can I do anything for you?” “Yes, you can let me have your paper,“ I blurted out. ”You won’t have to pay me for the ice-cream. But I must ask you to leave. I must close the store.” The man looked at me as if I had gone crazy.

I locked up the store and ran full speed the three blocks to our little flat. It was Homestead, not Russia; I knew it now. We belonged in Homestead. The boys, resting for the evening shift, sat up as I rushed into the room, newspaper clutched in my hand. “What has happened, Emma? You look terrible!” I could not speak. I handed them the paper.

Sasha was the first on his feet. “Homestead!”he exclaimed. “I must go to Homestead!” I flung my arms around him, crying out his name. I, too, would go. “We must go tonight,” he said; “ the great moment has come at last!” Being internationalists, he added, it mattered not to us where the blow was struck by the workers; we must be with them. We must bring them our great message and help them see that it was not only for the moment that they must strike, but for all time, for a free life, for anarchism. Russia had many heroic men and women, but who was there in America? Yes, we must go to Homestead, tonight!

I had never heard Sasha so eloquent. He seemed to have grown in stature. He looked strong and defiant, an inner light on his face making him beautiful, as he had never appeared to me before.

We immediately went to our landlord and informed him of our decision to leave. He replied that we were mad; we were doing so well, we were on the way to fortune. If we would hold out to the end of the summer, we would be able to clear at least a thousand dollars. But he argued in vain—we were not to be moved. We invented the story that a very dear relative was in a dying condition, and that therefore we must depart. We would turn the store over to him; all we wanted was the evening’s receipts. We would remain until closing-hours, leave everything in order, and give him the keys.

That evening we were especially busy. We had never before had so many customers. By one o’clock we had sold out everything. Our receipts were seventy-five dollars. We left on an early morning train.

On the way we discussed our immediate plans. First of all, we would print a manifesto to the steel-workers. We would have to find somebody to translate it into English, as we were still unable to express our thoughts correctly in that tongue. We would have the German and English texts printed in New York and take them with us to Pittsburgh. With the help of the German comrades there, meetings could be organized for me to address. Fedya was to remain in New York till further developments.

From the station we went straight to the flat of Mollock, an Austrian comrade we had met in the Autonomie group. He was a baker who worked at night; but Peppie, his wife, with her two children was at home. We were sure she could put us up.

She was surprised to see the three of us march in, bag and baggage, but she made us welcome, fed us, and suggested that we go to bed. But we had other things to do.

Sasha and I went in search of Claus Timmermann, an ardent German anarchist we knew. He had considerable poetic talent and wrote forceful propaganda. In fact, he had been the editor of an anarchist paper in St. Louis before coming to New York. He was a likable fellow and entirely trustworthy, though a considerable drinker. We felt that Claus was the only person we could safely draw into our plan. He caught our spirit at once. The manifesto was written that afternoon. It was a flaming call to the men of Homestead to throw off the yoke of capitalism, to use their present struggle as a stepping-stone to the destruction of the wage system, and to continue towards social revolution and anarchism.

A few days after our return to New York the news was flashed across the country of the slaughter of steel-workers by Pinkertons. Frick had fortified the Homestead mills, built a high fence around them. Then, in the dead of night, a barge packed with strike-breakers, under protection of heavily armed Pinkerton thugs, quietly stole up the Monongahela River. The steel-men had learned of Frick’s move. They stationed themselves along the shore, determined to drive back Frick’s hirelings. When the barge got within range, the Pinkertons had opened fire, without warning, killing a number of Homestead men on the shore, among them a little boy, and wounding scores of others.

The wanton murders aroused even the daily papers. Several came out in strong editorials, severely criticizing Frick. He had gone too , far; he had added fuel to the fire in the labour ranks and would have himself to blame for any desperate acts that might come.

We were stunned. We saw at once that the time for our manifesto had passed. Words had lost their meaning in the face of the innocent blood spilled on the banks of the Monongahela. Intuitively each felt what was surging in the heart of the others. Sasha broke the silence. “Frick is the responsible factor in this crime,” he said; “he must be made to stand the consequences.” It was the psychological moment for an Attentat; the whole country was aroused, everybody was considering Frick the perpetrator of a cold-blooded murder. A blow aimed at Frick would re-echo in the poorest hovel, would call the attention of the whole world to the real cause behind the Homestead struggle. It would also strike terror in the enemy’s ranks and make them realize that the proletariat of America had its avengers.

Sasha had never made bombs before, but Most’s Science of Revolutionary Warfare was a good text-book. He would procure dynamite from a comrade he knew on Staten Island. He had waited for this sublime moment to serve the Cause, to give his life for the people. He would go to Pittsburgh.

“We will go with you!” Fedya and I cried together. But Sasha would not listen to it. He insisted that it was unnecessary and criminal to waste three lives on one man.

We sat down, Sasha between us, holding our hands. In a quiet and even tone he began to unfold to us his plan. He would perfect a time regulator for the bomb that would enable him to kill Frick, yet save himself. Not because he wanted to escape. No; he wanted to live long enough to justify his act in court, so that the American people might know that he was not a criminal, but an idealist.

“I will kill Frick,” Sasha said, “and of course I shall be condemned to death. I will die proudly in the assurance that I gave my life for the people. But I will die by my own hand, like Lingg. Never will I permit our enemies to kill me.”

Source: Emma Goldman, Living My Life (New York: Alfred Knopf, Inc., 1931) 83–88.

6 posted on 10/17/2016 3:51:45 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March (Hillary's Trickle Up policy: take bribes, sell sleazy pardons, water down AIDS medicine.)
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Now for the modern DNC ...

[Republican HQ in Orange County already firebombed]

Republican HQ in North Carolina firebombed, vandalized

CNN’s Stelter Blames Firebombing of NC Republican Office on Trump’s ‘Over Heated’ Rhetoric

Hillary threatens Assange with drone strike.

Assange reported dead [might actually have fled to Italy]

Assange’s wikileaks shut down by ‘a state party’

7 posted on 10/17/2016 4:08:53 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March (Hillary's Trickle Up policy: take bribes, sell sleazy pardons, water down AIDS medicine.)
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Russia Today bank accounts ‘frozen in UK’

8 posted on 10/17/2016 4:25:00 AM PDT by Arthur Wildfire! March (Hillary's Trickle Up policy: take bribes, sell sleazy pardons, water down AIDS medicine.)
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