Today, the day before Thanksgiving, is also the 60th anniversary of President Kennedy’s assasination. I remember it well. In fact, I’d call it now, my “red-pill” moment. Not only was the in-your-face head wham shock earth-shattering for everyone on the planet, but the situation simply “didn’t add up” as described in “the news”. What didn’t add up? And why?
Ye gods. WHO DID THAT?
I’ve not been the same since.
This morning I took puppy Shadow in for a haircut. While signing their disclaimer form I mentioned that today was the 60th anniversary of the Kennedy assasination. “Oh, I didn’t know that,” the warm young women to whom I handed him off , responded. “I remember it well,” I said. “They didn’t like what he was doing. . . ”
Right on cue, this red-pilled young one said, matter-of-factly: “Oh yeah. If they don’t like what you’re doing, they off you.”
Bioclandestine has a post up about how X/twitter is red-pilling the young ones. It does seem so!
Younger voters red-pilled on X!
Actually, I think that by this time it would be a no-brainer, especially as I bet it’s “white hats” who are directing the absurdist Biden show. Whichever actors are now playing him, I bet they’re having a goddamn blast, with the stumbles, the mutters, the gropes, the weird, inappropriate grins, the robotic awkward “walk.”
And no matter how bad it gets, they ramp it up even more.
How about this?
“TRANS DAY OF REMEMBRANCE.” Can you believe?
https://www.advocate.com/politics/transgender-remembrance-resolution-congress
To all who are still falling for the woke/smeared gender nonsense, I recommend this post.
Rebalancing the Masculine and the Feminine for a New Paradigm
Hint: IT’S AN INSIDE JOB.
60 years ago, ah yes, I remember it well. I was a junior at El Cerrito High in that east Bay Area city. A somber announcement abruptly interrupted class. It was the school principal with the shocking and crushing news that the president had been shot and was dead. School was dismissed at that moment. In a numbed state we all filed out into the second floor hall. The normally raucous hallways were totally silent Dave for a few sobbing sounds. I walked the one mile to my parents home in the east bay hills realizing that things had been forever changed. I too would never be the same.
Yeah, I was at Catholic University, a senior, married, pregnant with my first child. Sudden announcement in class. In silence, shocked to the core, we all filed into the nearby Basilica, the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception, and sat there again, all of us now, the entire student body. Can’t remember much, was it silence there too?
Hey Ann, last link isn’t working, leaving me very curious. I tried searching the title but haven’t found it yet…
Fixed the link. Thanks for letting me know!