The white 15 year old problem can't be fixed in any "clean" manner, but it most certainly can be fixed. One solution would involve dividing up the nation into at least 50 sovereign states in which freedom or tyranny can reign as the citizens see fit. Surely whites will find majority states while the others will simply collapse like Chicago, SF, etc. There are other "solutions" as well.
don't know about all of you, but I am waiting for the open season to start on a lot of these assholes. I don't think we going to have a election next year if they have anything to say about it. figure these assholes will start a hot shooting war with Russia or a civil war or the dollar will be worthless. I figure they pull something and declare martial law or some shit to keep from having a election. they have to know that well over half of the country is sick of their shit by now. but until they clean up the voting, there is not much point to doing it. the game is rigged. the sad part is, most people will not do anything or care until they and their kids are starving. dave in pa.
Same here - that "snap snap snap snap snap" sound of the belt clearing the loops took like 260 milliseconds. Maybe the meme author had a father with a physical handicap or something...
That's a sad reaction time for being a 12 year old. I was 3 yards away n buildin a head of steam by then. Unfortunately, the fat old bastard was quick in the first 40 yards and I rarely escaped my fate. Damn sure took my shot, though. ;)
I too know the "machinegun-like" staccato as the belt quickly slapped against each loop in the pants. Then, as the belt cleared the last one, my daddy, with one single motion,+ was drawing it high into position to start the festivities. I didn't get a lot of whippings from him, but freely admit that the ones I got, I needed.
with my dad running only made it worse. if you stood there and took it. you might get 3-4 hits. but if you ran,,, only did that once with him. lesson learned. dave in pa.
My father never laid a hand on us but we were scared to death of him none the less.He had a look and you knew you fucked up.My mom was the one who beat our asses. Not a belt but “the stick”. It was a slat from an old playpen( remember those?) that was kept in the utility drawer in the kitchen. She would make us go and bring it to her then proceed to crack it across our ass a half a dozen times if you were lucky and god forbid you stick your hand down there because that thing smacking your hand was even worse.
Psych-101 class, day one. Instructor walks in, sits on edge of desk and says, "Psych is easy- if you can spell "psychologist" you'll graduate this class." I stood, spelled "psychologist", said, "My used books will be in the bookstore," and left class. (I received an "A" on the finals.) Second year, same instructor, walked in, said, "Today we'll discuss the reality of ESP-- is it real or not?" "Must be real," I said. "It's on a lot of license plates." (My license was ESP 147.) Another "A". Thanks for the memories. Oh, Dad's belt... tried running once. He laughed, said, "You're going to want to eat pretty soon." I stopped running.
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The white 15 year old problem can't be fixed in any "clean" manner, but it most certainly can be fixed. One solution would involve dividing up the nation into at least 50 sovereign states in which freedom or tyranny can reign as the citizens see fit. Surely whites will find majority states while the others will simply collapse like Chicago, SF, etc. There are other "solutions" as well.
ReplyDeletedon't know about all of you, but I am waiting for the open season to start on a lot of these assholes.
ReplyDeleteI don't think we going to have a election next year if they have anything to say about it. figure these assholes will start a hot shooting war with Russia or a civil war or the dollar will be worthless. I figure they pull something and declare martial law or some shit to keep from having a election. they have to know that well over half of the country is sick of their shit by now. but until they clean up the voting, there is not much point to doing it. the game is rigged.
the sad part is, most people will not do anything or care until they and their kids are starving. dave in pa.
#64 - 2.6 seconds after my Dad started pulling off the belt, I was already feeling the sting of the leather.
ReplyDeleteSame here - that "snap snap snap snap snap" sound of the belt clearing the loops took like 260 milliseconds. Maybe the meme author had a father with a physical handicap or something...
DeleteThat's a sad reaction time for being a 12 year old. I was 3 yards away n buildin a head of steam by then. Unfortunately, the fat old bastard was quick in the first 40 yards and I rarely escaped my fate. Damn sure took my shot, though. ;)
DeleteI learned early to never try and outrun the Old Man. He climbed poles for a living and was in tip top shape.
DeleteI too know the "machinegun-like" staccato as the belt quickly slapped against each loop in the pants. Then, as the belt cleared the last one, my daddy, with one single motion,+
Deletewas drawing it high into position to start the festivities. I didn't get a lot of whippings from him, but freely admit that the ones I got, I needed.
with my dad running only made it worse. if you stood there and took it. you might get 3-4 hits. but if you ran,,,
Deleteonly did that once with him. lesson learned. dave in pa.
My dad's belt had two layers of leather. That sumbitch hurt like hell and you couldn't sit down for a week.
DeleteMy father never laid a hand on us but we were scared to death of him none the less.He had a look and you knew you fucked up.My mom was the one who beat our asses. Not a belt but “the stick”. It was a slat from an old playpen( remember those?) that was kept in the utility drawer in the kitchen. She would make us go and bring it to her then proceed to crack it across our ass a half a dozen times if you were lucky and god forbid you stick your hand down there because that thing smacking your hand was even worse.
DeletePsych-101 class, day one. Instructor walks in, sits on edge of desk and says, "Psych is easy- if you can spell "psychologist" you'll graduate this class." I stood, spelled "psychologist", said, "My used books will be in the bookstore," and left class. (I received an "A" on the finals.)
ReplyDeleteSecond year, same instructor, walked in, said, "Today we'll discuss the reality of ESP-- is it real or not?"
"Must be real," I said. "It's on a lot of license plates." (My license was ESP 147.) Another "A".
Thanks for the memories.
Oh, Dad's belt... tried running once. He laughed, said, "You're going to want to eat pretty soon." I stopped running.
Ancestral Mathematics: Don't you suspect Democrats have fewer ancestors?
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