Are we going to do a little repairing or are we going to continue arguing and fighting until we get into a civil war? The outcome of which there will be no doubt. In the last one, the wrong side was tough, led by brillient military men. Despite being out monied by 97% they almost won. Won’t be the case this time. I live in a tropical Florida swamp, moving up from Miami. The only city mouse surrounded by swamp rats. When I see an alligator I freeze. Start shaking and pee my pants. The guys I know jump into the river and grab an alligator with their bare hands. Highly illegal. A felony in fact. Like they care. Anyone the guy at the end of my street gets mad at would die of fright by merely him snarling at them. He had a nice big fifth wheel camper trailer I liked but did not at that moment want to spend the cash on. “Eh” he said simply, “if you like it, gimme a hundred a month”. Our entire discussion. He brought me the trailer. Every month I’d trot down to lay a c-note on his porch. On the month I caught him, expecting to pay another two years, I nearly fell over. “You were paid off two months ago” he informed me. How would I know. We never discussed the purchase price. Those kind of people are the real Americans. Where in a democrat area would it be possible to lay a hundred dollar bill on someone’s porch. Anyone who imagines taking the Hillbillies land, culture or guns away is in some kind of dreamland. Opposite the Rednecks and Cowboys are people who know nothing more than B&E, selling drugs and sticking their hands into Uncle Sam’s bread basket. It gets worse. I You Tubed: Woman cop beaten by a thug in front of his daughter. About as sickening as anything I have ever seen. At least it was a relief to learn the cop survived. Albeit with permanent damage she will need to live with the rest of her life. Where was the outrage about that one? I’ve not heard one word in the media or from any of the race pimps about it. How are we going to fix things if we cannot acknowledge we have a problem, unable to do nothing other than protest and riot. Were there such a thug in my neighborhood, who beat up anyone in such a manner, never mind a woman, there would be no law or cops needed. He would become a snack for an alligator. I highly doubt any of the good Black people, and they are the majority, sadly, the few bad ones giving the rest a bad image, did anything about this thug. They need to do something about the bad ones, the Floyds and Rodney Kings and quit using slavery as an excuse. When I came to America at 15 yrs. old I was severely beaten and called a Nazi every single week. One time hung on the side of a garage. Had my older cousin, Alfred Denda, not come looking for me when I did not show up at curfew time and cut me down Id not be here. So I do know a little about prejudice. But mine is nothing compared to what the Chinese, Jews, Irish and Italians had to endure. I personally saw signs in Boston store windows that read; ‘Help wanted, Irish need not apply’. I have yet, in all those years, to hear a single person in all those groups, including my own, say one word about any of it. They all just dug in, worked harder and made something of themselves. My best example is a Chinese woman in Miami who escaped Mao’s collective. I know her personally. Everyone in Miami knows her. She’s a billionaire. Never heard one word out of her to complain about what she went through. Anyone doubting me can call the best A/C man in Florida, Lenny Newman, whose skin color happens to be Black but otherwise a real American, who I met the lady through. When my family arrived, we owed $75 to a sponsor. My father, a Bavarian peasant, due to having the lowest class name, not allowed to attend school or own so much as a cow, is there anything similar to that to stop someone in America from getting ahead? The first paying job of his life in the Queens Mid Town tunnel, at have the going minimum wage. Within three years of hitting American shores, he was financially independent, 10 yrs. a millionaire. Anyone not believing can look up public records. John and Gertrude Bauer to see millions in property deeds. Just John Bauer is me. I did not trust my wife. By age 18 I had two million dollars worth of property. Not one penny of which came from Father. There is no secret to it. It’s just what happens when someone does not consider cigarettes’, booze and jacked up rented car rims more important than putting a money making machine together. It happened with me, I had no childhood. Never went to a single school dance or sport game. All I did is work. Even on Christmas day. Needless to say I can find no sympathy for all the crybabies and people moaning about being discriminated against. Will need to admit. We did get one lucky break. No one knocked on our door to inform us they were from the government there to help us not live in the poverty we were. There is the first repair job needed. the government. All government programs only encourage more dereliction. Of course, it’s done deliberately to get votes. If anyone is interested I’d like to add a little. By 18 I owned two waterfront properties. one in the Blue water shores section of Falmouth Mass. I paid no cash for either one. I worked them off with the developers. Just a little extra work above my regular job. America, the most unique country in the world, where it is not brains or hard work that makes money. In America it’s money that makes money. On the corner of Jones Rd. And Palmer Avenue in Falmouth Mass. where a bank sits today, my father bought the property for $5000. All thanks to being a conservative with no addictions, he had the cash. Three years later, he sold that land for $650,000. He did even better flipping apartment houses. So, was it his hard work that did it or was it America that did it for him. All anyone needs to do is give America the slightest initiative. America does the rest. My father, an uneducated peasant, not born in America. But he knew who paid for his freedom. I have at least ten names by memory of servicemen he sold houses to. It was their lucky day if they came to look at a house wearing military uniform. He sold one house to a Guardsman named Carl Josephson with 50 cents down. No paperwork. No contract. No nothing, with the deal: “make it any payment you want, any time you have a bad month or a few, skip those months, pick up again when you get going. A R/E aagent named Bill Jenks brought a customer, named Huck Spory. The moment Father saw his uniform, he dropped the price $30,000. Spory backed out, telling Jenks there is something wrong with the house. Jenks came, threatened my father for his commission. Father reached in his pocket and gave Jenks the commission, despite him not closing the deal. Selling houses to military men is when Father became super rich. That’s where the money is. Holding mortgages. With a banker like my Father, what customer is going to welsh on a payment or cause any problems. Despite the most unbelievable deals to Military people, he had so much coming in with payments, he needed to build a house a month to get rid of the money. Perhaps it really does pay to be nice. And we have people among us, born and raised in America, that despise the military, want to harm and not pay the police that make their rabid life possible. I got married at 16. To a woman who hated the Air Force. Causing our biggest problem. The only woman I ever beat up. She insulted my Air Base. When I run into such people it takes all the control I can muster not to lose it. If they do not wake up on their own and repair their demented sick minds, and realize what fortunes they are throwing away, what opportunities they are letting slip away, what should we do? I don’t have the answer. I’m asking.