Full Circle

Growing up on a hog farm, I saw hogs eat each other.  Especially when the “lunch” hog was sick, injured, or different in any way.

Every now and then you saw a hog born with both set of genitals. Hermaphrodites became prime lunch if they happened to be sick or weak.

When I read Orwell’s Animal Farm, these words rang true:   All animals are equal.  But pigs are more equal.   

So, to all my friends peeing their pants over immigrants on the border, I offer you something to consider:

The basic facts of American history.

After the Pilgrims landed, the natives showed them where the winter food stores were hidden in case they needed help.
Those immigrants then ate the whole store and starved the Indians out.

A few years later these immigrants didn’t want to work so hard — and they loved the cash that free labor cotton raked in — so they enslaved 10.7 million fellow human beings. A team of these slaves built the White House and Capitol building under the immigrants’ lash.

Capitol
Credit:  Peter-Waddell
These particular immigrants treated other human beings like animals, splitting up families and breeding women like animals.

Now they are upset because a few of the slaves’ offspring act like animals.

Lately, these immigrants are slithering into public schools and mutilating school children they fear will one-day act as if they were animals and outnumber them.  

Fast forward to today.

White supremacists — the seed of these same immigrants who sucked down the generous natives’ food supply, enslaved fellow humans, and now slaughter school children — nearly finished the job by stabbing Capitol policemen in their heads with American flag poles and grinding democracy into the dirt with a gigantic Big Lie.

Mission almost accomplished.

Only one more insurrection and white supremacists will be free to build chimneys and eliminate all those who believe the sky is blue and water is wet.

They are now banning books.

They are now politicizing school boards.

My own novel was banned by the local library because it exposed the East Tennessee opioid culture.

This blog will put me up the chimney.  Indeed.

Only one more insurrection to go and we’re all in immigrant cockroach autocratic anti-Christ heaven.
Where immigrant cockroaches have nothing left to fear, nothing left to hate, nothing left to beat, and nothing left to eat.  Except:

Each other.

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About the Author Gene Scott, a retired English and reading teacher, was born and raised on the prairie of Western Illinois, and has lived in Johnson City, Tennessee for thirty years with his much better half, Lana.

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