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Why Wokeism? --Part 3--

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There are many similarities between what Germans believed in the years before Hitler and what “woke” culture is teaching black Americans today. Black Americans today are systematically taught that:

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1. Every problem and failure in their communities is caused by somebody else, namely past or present “racist” whites.
2. Skin color makes every black American a special person who cannot be understood or represented by anyone with a different skin color.
3. Only black Americans suffered from slavery years ago and only whites were slaveowners. Only black Americans suffer from rude or unfair treatment and insults. Therefore, black Americans can never be guilty of racism or bigotry.
4. Political power, not education, training, planning, or discipline is the only way black Americans can succeed. Since elections have replaced wars, the Democratic Party is today’s black army. “Ballot harvesters” are today’s soldiers.
5. Black Americans are entitled to use political power, violence, or “any means necessary” take what they “need” from those with different skin color who have more. That can be through looting, higher minimum wages, “redistribution” or “reparations.”

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This thinking caused millions of Germans to embrace National Socialism in the 1920s and 1930s. Once National Socialists had absolute political power in Germany, there was no peaceful way to stop them. While this was happening in Germany, very similar events were happening in Italy and Japan. This thinking caused 14 years of world war and the deaths of some 85 million people -- roughly 3% of the world’s population. Sadly, this will happen again unless most Americans quickly understand and reject the lies and evil of this “woke” culture.

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--Seth Grossman--

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Probably india. It's supposed to be beautiful, and yet totally different in every way from the UK. Antarctica would also be good, or Iceland. Damn, I want to go travelling now. I really can't afford it.
A road trip where I just couch surfed all around America meeting new people and hearing new stories. I'd love to stay with complete strangers every night and talk and get to know them, unfortunately that runs the risk of getting me murdered by a psychopath, so my dream vacation would have to stay my dream vacation.
I didn't go on vacation last year, so I decided I really needed one this year but had no plans besides next week. I almost ended up flying down to Florida or renting a cabin in the woods, but now I'm going to NJ. I have family there, beaches, and I'm gonna go to NYC one day. I'm excited. I might do something on the drive there and back. I'm not sure if I have a dream vacation besides going somewhere new. I'm going on a cruise this winter and I'm super excited because I've never been somewhere warm and tropical. And I'm going to swim with Dolphins when I go! :D
Two full weeks. Something completely, if not overly, budgeted so I don't need to budget on the fly during the trip. I'm obsessive about that sort of thing, so being able to relax a bit about it somehow is key. I'm not really sure where or when, but I just know my dream would be able to take 2 weeks, and have enough money saved/budgeted to enjoy myself without having to worry about "we spent too much" on return. I think it's the reason I simply end up using all my vacation days for 3-4 day weekends throughout the year. It allows me an extra day to recharge, I can complete errands I normally can't get done, and I don't have to worry about planning anything.
After visiting Muir Woods on my recent trip to the USA, I'd say two weeks driving from San Francisco through Redwood National Park to Portland for northern summer, to get away from winter. Then spend two weeks exploring Tasmania for summer at home.
I'd like to tour Europe at my own page. So basically unlimited fuel for the car. Just...travel where my gut tells me to go. Explore all there is to explore, learn about the country. If I don't like it, leave, if I like it, stay a week max.
Stay at the locals' motels, rooms as cheap as possible. Chat with locals, live their lives for a bit, taste the local food. From Lithuania to Ireland, there's plenty to experience. And, let's be honest, some European countries have beautiful men.
First summer in a long time that I spend at home due to real life obligations. I'd normally spend two weeks in Italy serving as a youth counselor for a summer camp, which has been kinda fun for the last couple of years. Italy itself is a nice country and I'd definitely would want to go there. Trade the camp for a nice hotel, reduce the group I'm traveling with to the people I like and make sure to visit cities like Florence sounds like a decent plan.

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Our love story was always a love story. We were never anything else. None of this “will they? Won’t they?” We would. We always would. Because when you put your arm around my shoulders on that very first day, kissed my forehead and said “that’s us, now” – that was it. We were an us. We were a team. I fell in love with you so fast and so hard that I can’t remember not loving you. Maybe there was a point when I didn’t find your chipped front tooth adorable, the brown of your eyes as bottomless, but I don’t remember it. I just remember glowing with pride every time you did anything. You could fucking breath and I would be telling the entire world “See him? That’s my person.”

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And we were lucky. Not many people can travel that much of the world together before they’re clear of their early twenties. Chasing you down to the sea in Italy, leaping from the balcony in Casablanca, dancing in a shower of sweet orange petals in Nice. I keep all of those treasured memories in little glass jars full of foreign currency in my room – sometimes I get them out and hold them up to the light, so I can relive learning to surf with you in Gibraltar and getting lost in the Swiss alps. You picked gentians and said they were the same colour as my eyes, and I laughed. I was endlessly, endlessly dancing and laughing with you.

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And we were lucky, because our love story was a love story right up until the moment when we kissed each other goodbye. It didn’t end because we stopped loving each other - It ended because we had grown up, and we hadn’t grown together. We weren’t two small-time athletes anymore. We couldn’t be held together with boarding passes and physio tape. We were big people, with big dreams and big hearts and a huge, huge love. I kissed you goodbye, and you said that you would never find another person who would fill my shoes. I hope you know that I have never even tried. There are no eyes as kind, no minds as open. And I hope that, when the city sings you to sleep, sometimes you think about me.

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Stews, soups, casseroles, hot cocoa.
Soups/stews/chowders are a favorite this time of year. Bread dressing out of the turkey or just baked in the oven.
When my ex of almost five years left me I felt really crushed. This was the first meal I actually made for myself after about a week of nothing but fast food because I didn't have the energy to cook. I ate it alone in the my quiet, lonely house. It was the first thing that I actually enjoyed at a really low point in my life.
My moms chicken and dumpling casserole and my girlfriend's falafel. Due to moms declining health prior to passing away, the last time she made it for me was over ten years ago, and until I recreated the recipe this year, I hadn't had it or any other since then. My girl makes me the falafel any time I give her my sad hungry eyes.
My mom has some interesting recipes and combinations since she spent a part of her early adulthood in Italy. One of my favorite which I haven't had in a while is a cream cheese, tomato, and cucumber sandwich. I've never met anyone else who's ever had just those three, but when I eat one I remember being 3 years old visiting Stone Henge and having a picnic.
Chili. I have been making it since I was a teen. When I'm down, I have 'sad chili'. Sad chili is never good. I screw it up some way or another, or it just doesn't come out right. When I make it, I acknowledge that it's not good because I made it while I was sad, and eat it anyhow.
My mom is Vietnamese, and whenever we had special occasions with family or friends she'd make a huge pot of pho and we'd let it simmer like all day. The fragrant spices and rich oxtail. Peppers and thai basil and it just makes me remember those good times in my childhood where we were all together and happy and things were simple. Whenever I have a good bowl of pho it just takes me back for a minute. I can't help but feel good.
Sinigang is perfect for when the weather gets cold. Lugaw/arroz caldo is what I crave whenever I am sick. When my lola lived with us, she would make this for me every time I felt under the weather and it would always make me feel better. Too bad lola had to go back home. =( sad times. Miss her.
When I'm stressed over exams or something, I always order Dominos to start my study sesh. Unfortunately, I've recently discovered that they don't deliver to my new apartment - I'll need to learn to cope like normal people now. Depends in what needs comforting. If I'm sick, soup every time. If it's more emotional sandwiches.
We grew up poor. So my Mom would make Meat, Beans and Corn for dinner. Super cheap and super effective. It's literally just Ground beef, Ranch style Beans and Corn all mixed together.
Donuts. No matter what mood I’m in, if offered a donut, I’ll immediately perk up.

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