Blazing Cat Fur
You go Bernie!
“When you are a politician, you don’t know what it’s like to be poor.” Fixed it for you, Bernie.
Oh he is so wrong. Born into poverty, my mom told me to stay in school while she never stopped working. Then one day it all turned around. Bootstraps and other things, and now, not poor, I remember it like it was yesterday, and I live my life in a way that I will never return to it. Having the items that define the MIddle Classes means having the attributes that allow you to acquire them. Self discipline and delayed gratification, also know as “Reynold’s Law”. Do those things and the world is yours. Never let a socialist or communist tell you differently. If you want more advice, just ask me, got lots to say about these things.
Stupid Bernie says that if you’re white, you don’t know what’s like to be poor. 5 minutes later he says he was born poor in a subsidized housing in Brooklyn, NY, his parents were poor and died poor. Was he adopted by a black family?
Just feel the Krazy!
Bernies zombies are mostly white and they lap this up
So now he’s reciting Jim Morrison poetry?
I can’t wait until he drops a line about the Lizard King during his next appearance.
It’s a parody account.
Parody stops working when the parody becomes indistinguishable from the real thing, or ‘the real thing’ speeds past parody and leaves it in the dust.
Sanders is such a goof.
Maybe he’ll flash the crowd too.
I thought it was Maya Anjelou.
Pick on whitey, America’s exciting new Democratic pastime (brought to you by the same folks who wanted to keep blacks enslaved).
Hey, somebody needs to be enslaved!
The Dem party today is just not particular as to what color the slaves have to be.
… same folks who want to keep … fify
Bull shit. I grew up in a small house with no running water and a wood range stove. It was in such bad shape that the floor was separating from the rest of the building and the rats ruled the place after dark when we went to bed.
We got our water from a culvert that ran under the road to the government wharf. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had bread and molasses for supper and sometimes nothing at all.
There were five kids in my family and we all moved away when we finished school. When we could afford to we all sent money home so my parents could dig a proper well and put a bathroom in the house because shitting in an outhouse at -30 ain’t no fun.
I’m not an American but Sanders can still stuff it up his ying yang
My father grew up in the slums of Boston and had many of the same experience you did, just in a city.
One time in the early 1930’s he was given a chocolate candybar by a kindly stranger and being the frugal Bostonian that he was, he only ate a third of it, and hit the rest for the next day, and hopefull the day after that too.
That was not to be as in the night the rats came and ate the rest of his chocolate bar.
Can anybody here (excepting vinyl) imagine growing up like that?
Almost, I had to ride my bike 45 minutes to school and I did not have gloves or mittens, the winters are not cold like in Canada where I grew up but a 45 minute bike ride through sleet makes you understand what poor is.
Too bad you will never know what it’s like to be poor!
Your white privilege kept you warmer than the black kids.
So it is the privilege that keeps you warm, not the gloves.
It’s always the privilege.
You just can’t see it because you are white and white people can never see their own privilege.
Notice any parallels between a progressives explanation of white privilege and the children’s story of “The Emperor’s New Clothes”?
Not only has the Emperor no clothes, he is lying dead, in the village square and is starting to stink to high heavens but the progressives refuse to notice.
walked 8 miles at 25 below
I grew up in the middle of town in the 60’s and the close proximity of the outhouse to the house probably didn’t help the rat situation.
One time a rat jumped on my oldest brothers face in the middle of the night from the access to the attic and he beat it to death with his bare hands and went back to sleep.
Your comment made me LOL
That’s like reading the origin story of some kind of special forces superhero.
All of my grandparents were orphans (well, 3 out of 4 were, with the forth being sold as a washer girl when she was 12).
Needless to say there were gaps in their vast library of child-rearing knowledge.
My dad’s father was the one who finding himself orphaned at age 9 left Nova Scotia and headed out for Boston to make his way. He walked there, slept under houses, and with animals in barns to keep warm, and stole food or ate garbage along the way.
I don’t think I could have pulled that one off at aged 9.
I don’t think I could pull that off now
Both of my grandmothers were orphans. My Ukrainian (Galician) grandmother had her mother snatched by the Germans in WWI. She was tiny, but her little sister was tinier and she looked out for her, fighting off wicked step-thingies. Her father had previously gone to New York and apparently wound up putting his head in an oven, according to family legend anyway.
My English grandmother I know less about, but she was an orphan too.
Nova Scotia, eh? Small world. We’re having a very nice early spring.
Yep, Nova Scotia.
My grandfather (dad’s side) was the son of a somewhat corrupt police officer who was beaten to death by the local criminal element (who I suspect) got tired of his monetary demands.
That was the stable, well adjusted side of the family.
My mom’s side of the family got ‘blessed’ with a double dose of self-destructive traits that seemed to center around alcohol, firearms, women, racing trains with cars and not always winning, and various minor altercations with law enforcement professionals.
All of em on both sides were Irish, but my mom’s side were the hard drinking, hard living, poor judgement kind of Irish.
A year ago I had literally run out of places to put the snow. I only ever use the word “literally” in the literal sense.
If you look it up, Nova Scotia is the northern termination of the Appalachians. Our trash – white and black – is quite impressive.
There is something about the Appalachian Mountains that seems to kill the human spirit toward self betterment and encourages all manner of vices.
If there were an American Frankenstein and Dracula, they would both have their castles in the Appalachians.
Do live by the ocean.
I just think it would be terribly cold there.
It’s not too bad. The prairies are dry cold.
When Californians want to make some of our freakishly hot weather (in places) sound palatable, we always say: “but it’s a dry heat”.
There is a lot of truth to that in that a low humidity 100 degrees feels much better than 100 at 98% humidity, but there are few ways to sugar-coat 115 degrees in the Mojave in August. You just want to build a fire and jump in it and roll around if only to cool down.
I just never heard of a dry cold before.
Dry cold kills my throat. Anyhoo, good night.
I’m no local booster – frankly I’m sick to death of the place – but you’ve got to admit that the provincial anthem is pretty. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Owy0__HhQ3U
That’s the anthem for the MAINLAND, as you must know, you arrogant Haligonian. The only anthem that matters is for the great and beautiful (backward and economically depressed) Cape Breton Island. Down with the Causeway!
Cape Breton sure is pretty. Louisbourg is well worth the visit.
Good last sentence.
When you walk on the inch or so of hard snow firmly bonded to a road, cleared street or sidewalk and it squeaks every time as your heel comes down on it, that is around 30° below zero dry cold.
I don’t Fahrenheit.
I take it you didn’t mess with that brother. Yikes.
Maybe not then but he’s a senior citizen now. I think I could take him
Grew up near Caroline, Alberta in the late 60’s in a teeny 2-room shack with nine people. Seven little girls in bunk-beds and parents in an old double bed against the far wall. Water was fetched from the crick running behind the shack (it was ALWAYS icy-cold, clear and delicious) and we had an old wood-stove for cooking, heating and light was provided by a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling on ancient, twisted wire.
Dad hunted/fished and we all had our chores no matter how little we were.
An electrical short burned everything to the ground and since the rickety ford station wagon survived, we piled in and dad took us to Calgary to live.
We had nothing. No possessions, no money just seven hungry mouths to feed.
Bernie? You’re an a**hole.
sorry , could not help myself
Marty Feldman! never knew this existed
Ha I remember this one
“Black people are being forced to walk 50 miles to school wearing paper shoes in Prince George as we speak!”
– Hedy Fry
Chased by white ladies with nooses!
It’s not all bad, they can at least take breaks warming their tootsies on the crosses burning on lawns.
that crazy bitch is still around .. was hoping she dropped dead
Holy crap, I thought that was a joke, but that stupid racist bitch is a real person!
Nope, she said it and that wasn’t the first time.
She claimed crosses were being burned in Kamloops, BC as well.
She’s a notorious race baiter who likes to make shit up and twist history.
Home of the world famous Canadian paper shoe?
Comes in only one size, BLACK!
Along that general subject line: “Mitt Romney won’t rule out accepting GOP nomination at contested convention”
I think the American people have preemptively ruled Mitt Romney out.
The GOP hasn’t, though.
When Trump wins, he and his people need to disassemble the GOP.
Real reform can only happen when the old corrupt order is swept aside.
I don’t mean to hijack this thread. I thought it was an interesting development and my email client is down, so I have no other means to pass it along.
It should be obvious to everyone that the GOP is going to do everything possible to prevent Trump from winning, to the point of giving Hillary the election. I hope they nominate Romney. I want to see a riot on the convention floor. I want the GOP completely and utterly destroyed.
There’s your real change.
Being a poor white guy is doubly bad because they are discriminated against at every turn by “Affirmative Action” roadblocks? Did I get that right? (Oh, what it must feel like to merely be poor, but with hope based on fairness.)
The problem is that the corrupt media will give the racist Sanders a free pass on his nasty, mean comment. It’s all wink, wink nudge, nudge these days.
According to Bernie poor Whites living in the Appalachians are imagining poverty.
Once you understand Bernie is a pathetic loser eccentric idiot marxist who strikes a chord with loser idiot Americans plus those who find voting for clowns amusing, it all comes together. He’s like a broken clock, always totally accurate for one minute per day.
The democrats “47% moment’ that no one will call them on.
Tell that to my sister you stupid fool!
White poverty in South Africa.
Human nature doesn’t change.
I can feel their white privilege radiate through my iPad.
I wonder what their story is.
It’s as if they took Appalachia and dropped it on the Transvaal.
A mean, spiteful moron supported by the like minded.