One morning, as a young boy, my brother and I were standing outside a small store awaiting the exit of our father, who was inside finishing up some business with a client. After a few minutes we began to look for something to do. One of us noticed a bottle sitting atop a telephone booth and we both took turns throwing individual rocks at it in an attempt to knock it over. Across the small two lane road known as Highway 299 in Big Bar, California sat a few nondescript types, and two drunks, in front of a seldom used building, tipping back bottles of whiskey, unadorned with paper bags, as the days of hiding their “disease” were long passed.
Looking back upon this moment in time I am relatively sure one of the imbibers put the bottle on the phone booth as they seemed to enjoy our attempts followed by our failure. Drunken cat calls chased by slurred incoherence only drove us faster until I finally grabbed a handful of gravel and let the little missiles fly.
The stricken bottle teetered and fell but the crash of glass that emitted was orchestrated from a different venue.
Directly below the aforementioned and previously standing bottle was a sign “PHONE” and sadly that sign had been made out of glass.
The drunken skunks who’d taken so much delight in our failure suddenly became righteous upstanding (sort of) citizens, who were out to right the wrong, a little boy had just brought down, on the town of thirty five.
Profanity, threats, and a very real discussion of what they were going to do to me and my younger brother began taking place as two adults males, filled with liquid courage, started to cross the street to engage two little boys.
The nondescripts did nothing but watch as the drunken skunks turned into scavenging hyenas, swinging their bottles wildly as they thought they’d just penned off two little lion cubs that they could confront, scare, and abuse…and then out walked Mufasa.
I remember the roar from my father as he flew out the door towards the men who were coming to harm his sons.
I’d like to tell you I remember the looks on the faces of the hyenas…but I cannot.
The only thing I could see was their backs as they retraced their steps…dramatically faster than previously taken.
For some reason I seem to remember a color.
Yes a color.
I believe it was yellow.
My dad crossed the road the cowards didn’t quite make it over, and tried to “explain” to them what was about to happen…but he couldn’t.
The drunks had abandoned their post and were high tailing it back to wherever they were before being camped out getting bombed and harassing children.
Upon my father’s return he noticed the broken glass and asked what had happened.
Once all the facts were in place it was very clear that one lion cub wasn’t going to get off scot free. I had made a poor decision and had damaged the property of someone else. My dad marched me into the little store where I looked up at a gruff older man also known as the owner. Behind the owner was a big sign:
In God We Trust. All Others Pay Cash.
I knew I didn’t have enough cash for the broken Phone sign and it was highly unlikely The Big Fella Upstairs was about to make an appearance.
I apologized and then my father apologized and said he would pay for it to be fixed. The old man just waved his hand and said it was an old sign, he was surprised it hadn’t fallen apart awhile ago. He and my father laughed about the “bums across the street” and then we loaded up and moved on to our next stop.
The reason for this story is to show parallels of human behavior and that accountability matters.
The abuse of our country by the hyenas (Liberal/Progressive/Democratic-Socialists) is only allowed because the nondescript (Republicans) stand, watch, and fund all of their madness.
Obama’s Executive Orders would be irrelevant without coffers but Paul Ryan continues to approve of the removal of the debt ceiling while Janet Yellen keeps interest rates suppressed (through the Federal Reserve) allowing Obama to do anything he pleases.
Washington D.C. has decided they no longer need to trust God and that cash doesn’t matter as they can “print” as much as they like.
Unfortunately it appears that they are correct as most Americans don’t know, don’t show, or don’t care about things like interest rates, a solvent currency, or collusion happening between Central Banks around the world.
My guess is the British don’t care either but on Thursday night it was very clear to those who pay attention….the United Kingdom has had enough of Islam.
Many talking heads pontificated about the “economic and political” issues that could potentially take place with the UK leaving the European Union.
Lots of theories and opinions were given as to the next step(s) that would be taken.
Sadly none of these people are paying attention or they are still caught up in the Progressive language known as Political Correctness.
The BREXIT had very little to do with rates, jobs, or Brussels.
It was about IMMIGRATION.
It was about survival and the UK decided that they’d rather go it alone than stay connected to the criminal syndicate known as the EU that has forced hundreds of thousands if not millions of “refugees” into France, Sweden, Germany, and Britain.
Of course all this was made easier when the most famous member of the Choom Gang decided to threaten the citizens of the United Kingdom telling them they would find themselves in the back of the “queue” if they left.
They decided any line Obama was in was not one they wanted to be a part of.
Now…it’s our turn.