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LA LA LAND

It seems fitting somehow, that the movie ‘La La Land’ swept the board (winning seven out of a possible fourteen movie prizes) at the 47th Golden Globe Awards held at the Beverly Hills Hilton in California yesterday.

It is fitting, inasmuch as the term ‘La La Land’ has long been used to describe the complete lunacy and total separation from reality that is the Hollywood Movie Industry and also many of it’s famous inhabitants.

And one aspect of these entertainment industry get togethers that is becoming increasingly common, and a rather troubling one, is that actors, producers and directors, are using the platforms afforded to them during these occasions – to push various political agenda’s, and this latest ceremony is no different.

This time, it was the turn of veteran actress Meryl Streep, who used her lifetime achievement speech to take aim at President-Elect Donald Trump – without even mentioning him by name.

Ms Streep, who’s passionate support for Hillary Clinton is no secret, took time out to both defend Hollywood against allegations of elitism and to call on her fellow actors to remain vigilant and to resist intolerance: “Hollywood is crawling with outsiders and foreigners, where are their birth certificates?” .“So if you kick them all out, you’ll have nothing to watch but football and mixed martial arts. And that is not the arts,” she said.

She also made another fairly obvious reference to the President-Elect’s now infamous (alleged) mimicking of a disabled New York Times reporter in 2015, which the left-wing liberal media and their mouthpieces on social media, have argued ever since was a deliberate attempt to mock the disabled community.

“It kind of broke my heart when I saw it,” Ms Streep continued, “and I cant get it out of my head, because it wasn’t a movie, it was real life. And this instinct to humiliate, when it’s modeled by someone in the public platform, by someone powerful, it filters down into everybody’s life, because it kind of gives permission for other people to do the same thing. Disrespect invites disrespect. Violence incites violence. When the powerful use their position to bully others, we all lose. We need the principled press to hold power to account, (where have we heard that before?) to call him on the carpet for every outrage.”

Understandably, her words did not sit well with a number of conservative Hollywood heavyweights, as this picture of Mel Gibson and Vince Vaughn, which was taken during her barely disguised all out attack on the incoming Republican President shows.

As expected, the left-leaning media outlets on both sides of the Atlantic have jumped on this, and have focused all their (and presumably the public’s) attention, on the President-Elect’s alleged attack on the disabled reporter.

So was her attack justified?

Was it even factually accurate?

According to the video below, it certainly does not appear to look that way, and even if as some elements of the alternative media have claimed it is open to interpretation, I shall leave it to the viewer to decide for themselves what is the truth of the matter.

https://youtu.be/ueCdV_wCVrc

And as many of us have come to expect by now, attacks on what are seen as right-wing politicians and their supporters by those on the left are nothing new, and almost always are based around personal attacks and not on any particular political policy they happen to find disagreeable or offensive.

However, what should also be taken into account is that although Ms Streep obviously has a huge problem with Donald Trump, she did appear to be perfectly comfortable joining in with a standing ovation given to Roman Polanski in 2003.

‘I guess these are “Liberal Hollywood values” actors abide by. A standing ovation for rapists, and long-winded diatribes against a man looking to put America First.’

That’s some real hypocrisy right there, dont you think?

 

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AM I JUST A FLAG?

Am I just a flag?

Some know me as the “Rebel Flag”, and others know me as the Battle Flag of the Confederates States of America.

Either name I will proudly bear with honour.

There is no shame in being called Confederate, as the people who bore that same honourable title are remembered for their bravery on the field of battle, and a culture built upon hard work, chivalry, loyalty and a faith in their creator.

As for the name “Rebel”, it was the Revolutionary War soldier and outstanding pamphleteer, wasn’t it Thomas Paine, in his series “The American Crisis”, who said:

“Let them call me Rebel and welcome – I feel no concern from it”.

Because you see, it was none other than George Washington and his Colonial Army who were the original Rebels.

My boys who wore the grey were but the second to bear the name.

My soldiers were immensely proud of me and held me in high regard.

Many songs and poems were written to praise me.

Southern ladies especially loved me and often I was lovingly hand made by them and presented to Dixie’s heroes at formal ceremonies.

My folds still bare the brown stains of the blood of countless young heroes.

Abram Ryan wrote:

“Once ten thousand hailed me gladly, and ten thousand wildly, madly, swore I should ever wave. For though conquered, they adore me! Love the cold dead hands that bore me! Weep for those that fell before me”.

I was carried high on Memorial Day, and Dixie was included in the July 4th ceremonies.

On Veteran’s Day, my men marched along with those from other wars.

I waved proudly beside state flags in front of every state building in the South.

The great grandchildren of my soldiers put me on their vehicles and posted me proudly in front of their homes.

At some universities, I became the rallying cry at athletic events.

The descendants of my warriors remembered both them and me with honour and reverent pride.

But then, history began to be rewritten, and virtues such as hard work, personal responsibility, chastity, civility, even Christian symbology such as the cross, the nativity, and the Ten Commandments became unfashionable as society became more crude, more coarse, more uncaring and more degenerate.

I found that I, the once honoured flag of the Confederacy, had now become one of the primary targets of the politically correct, the liberals and the hated speech police.

I have heard of this thing they speak of called “diversity”, and if I understand it correctly, it means that this country is working toward the inclusion of and equal treatment for all ethnic groups.

Then why is my group singled out not only for slander, but also for eradication?

The saddest part for me is that a great number of Confederate descendants have let the liberal mainstream media brainwash them to feel ashamed of who they are.

Others have now become to frightened to even display me.

How I wish I could take them back through time, so they could witness with their own eyes, their own ancestors holding my colours proudly aloft at Shiloh, or stand and watch the calm resolve at Gettysburg as General Pickett sent them forward into waves of white hot cannon fire and musket shot while I flew above their heads.

There were no cowards at these places, no liberals, no oppressors of free speech and thought, there were only the valiant of heart willing to die for the Constitution and the protection of their beloved homes and the preservation of their way of life.

Perhaps my people need to be reminded of who they are and what I am.

I am primarily a Christian symbol based on the Saint Andrew’s Cross, the native flag of Scotland.

According to tradition, Saint Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland was crucified on an X-shaped cross.

The X-shaped cross in my colors and in the flag of Scotland is also the Greek letter chi which has long been a Christian abbreviation for “Christ”.

19th century military tactics required perfect alignment in order to fire effectively upon an enemy. This rigid formation depended upon being able to align troops on the flag.

Therefore, I was the rallying point for the “boys in gray”.

I was respected by the Union, too.

Union troops received the Congressional Medal of Honor for the capture of a Confederate Battle Flag.

Because of the confusion between the similarity of first national flag of the CSA and the national flag of the USA, General P. G. T. Beauregard and Joseph E. Johnston adopted my design for their battle flag.

I was first known as the Southern Cross and today I am generally referred to as the Confederate Battle Flag.

Even the gaping bullet holes that appeared in me after every engagement were pointed to with pride as being further indication of valour for the men of the unit.

It never fails to remind me of their courage and dedication.

Confederate soldiers had only to look upon the blood of their fallen comrades which each battle had placed upon my colors.

Even in the 20th Century I have been carried into battles for freedom.

As the United Nations fought to protect South Korea from the aggression of the North, I flew over the front lines with the U. S. 7th Marines, 3rd Battalion, E Company.

When the TV cameras scanned the crowds witnessing the fall of a communist dictatorship in Eastern Europe that came with the destruction of the Berlin Wall, I was seen waving in many hands among that seething mass of humanity.

In Logar Province, Afghan Freedom fighters placed me on a pole into the barrel of a captured Soviet tank as they struggled to remove Russian control over their nation.

During Operation Desert Storm, a British unit took me with them into their zone of responsibility as they worked to lift the aggression of Iraq over Kuwait.

Many times across the years, I heard again, the “Rebel Yells” as brave men once more carried me into battle.

In the War for Southern Independence, Corporal T. J. Carlisle of the 37th Alabama Infantry said this about me:

“Hail thou flag of the brave. We lift our hats in reverence as we behold the speechless but unmistakable evidence that you have passed through the firey ordeal of war in all its fury. We are proud of your history proud of your scars and venerate you for your age, trusting that your scarred folds may be preserved for ages to come and when time and its inevitable ravages shall dissolve your sacred folds into dust, may the patriotic emotions which actuated us in that memorial struggle pervade American hearts and live in vivid memories of Southern heroism and Southern chivalry.”

So why do my people not still love me?

Why do they not display me on their government buildings and their businesses?

Above all, why do they not fly me on the occasions of Confederate Memorial Day (fourth Monday in April), General Lee’s birthday (third Monday in January) and President Davis’s birthday (June third)?

Perhaps they just need to become reacquainted with who I REALLY AM, and ignore those who hate me and everything I represent SAY I AM.

Remember and honour me openly, my children.

I am based on a Christian symbol; I represent the fight for independence, and I have been carried by fearless men; and loved by generations of Americans.

I am The Confederate Battle Flag.

Fly me proudly.

Honour me.

I am your Inheritance.

Please Don’t Let Me Die this way.

 

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