Email and/or internet censorship–perish the thought

by Al Benson Jr.

Member, Board of Directors, Confederate Society of America

Back when Comrade Obama was still in office there was talk of internet censorship, but when he reluctantly departed (though he didn’t go very far–certainly not far enough) we all thought that might not occur.

Seems we may have been wrong.

I and others have taken note lately  that several messages we have sent out on our various email sites do not seem  to be getting through to many of those we send them to.

A couple months ago I did an article for this blog spot and in the subject line on my email server I had the word “secession.” One email server just would not send it, no matter how hard or often I tried. No matter what I did that link with “secession” on the subject line wasn’t going no place. Perceiving that I may have pricked the tender feelings of some poor soul in the forwarding process I changed the word secession to “separation” and resent the message. It went through  immediately.

I have since attempted to be a bit more temperate in what I put on the subject lines of emails going out of here. On one article I was going to put “Big Brother” on the subject line, but then reflected a bit and thought, no way will Big Brother make it past the censor, so I changed the subject line title and the article title to “The elder sibling is watching over you.” That went through. Im sure “Big Brother” would never have made it.

The mode of email censorship doesn’t seem to be universal. Yesterday I sent out an article someone had forwarded to me about a big Confederate flag being  put up somewhere in Alabama. I felt, in the face of all the ethnic cleansing we had experienced in the last couple of years, it was a positive article and an encouragement  to folks so I passed it on to many.

Today I got some response. One man in Texas said they must have shut the site down as he couldn’t get into it at all. A man in West Virginia said he could open the article but not get the picture of the flag, and a lady in Georgia said the same thing. It would appear that most other folks go it–at least so far.

Reminds me of a friend in North Carolina with a big email list who used to include a small pic of a Confederate flag at the bottom of the emails he sent out. One find day the emails started bouncing back as undeliverable. Now my friend is a person who has been known to connect the  dots as  it were, and so he tried sending the same messages out minus the Confederate flag at the  bottom. Guess what? All his messages started going through again! Seems the Confederate flag was a major impediment to email being forwarded. Wonder why that was. You don’t suppose there’s some grumpy old censor somewhere down the line that hates Confederate flags do you? Why perish the thought! Our emails are supposed to be private, are they not, and unless you put really horrible language or something like that in them I always thought they were to be left alone. Guess I  was wrong. It seems that the personal like and dislikes of the email censors are now what really counts. Political correctness seems to rule and if you have something some cultural Marxist doesn’t personally like in your email, guess what? It ain’t going anywhere or you will  end up getting that ever-useful comment “There was a problem loading the message.” Translation–Forget it! Unless you go to a different email server and even there the censors have their code words they watch out for.

Then we get these adds on email  sites about how concerned they are for our “privacy.” What they are really concerned about is that we don’t say anything that would be politically incorrect (not culturally Marxist).

Well, I’ve got this posted. Now lets see how well I do sending it out. I’m sure the mention of Confederate flags here will offend the sensibilities of some tender soul somewhere that will want to make sure this article gets no further than him–lest someone down the line be contaminated with a little truth!

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Texas

 

By Al Benson Jr.

 

When I was a kid I was fascinated by the map of the United States (and Confederate States). Having grown up in the East, the idea of Texas, way out west, fascinated me and I wanted to see it, to go there, to experience it myself. Looking at photos is one thing. Seeing something in real life, being there and experiencing it is something else.

You can look at a million pictures of the Grand Canyon and that’s great—but being there, even if only once, and standing there yourself on the South Rim and looking at it beats all the photos in the world.

It’s the same thing with Texas. The photos are great, but the personal experience is infinitely better. The first time I was in Texas was in 1960, eons ago for you younger folks. Just a few years before that Texas had suffered a horrible drought that lasted around seven years. You have to understand, in Texas, a drought doesn’t mean it never rains. What it means is that when it does rain, it doesn’t rain enough to get you through until the next time it rains—and you repeat the same  process all over again. If you want to read something really good about that time period in West Texas, read Elmer Kelton’s The Time It Never Rained.  Kelton was born on a ranch in West Texas. His father was a ranch foreman so  Kelton knows  what he is talking about.

At any rate, 1960 was my first venture into Texas (thankfully not my last). Another man and I went through Texas from north to south on our way to Mexico. Looking back at the journal I  kept of the trip, I marveled at how many of the small towns in Oklahoma and Texas resembled some of the western towns you saw in television programs. That was then. I doubt much of it is that way anymore, although back in 2001 my wife and I visited some good friends that lived just outside of Saint Jo, Texas, not far from the Red River that borders Oklahoma and the town of Saint Jo looked pretty much like the towns I remembered on my first trip to Texas.

There are some things you remember on a trip like that. We were looking for Lockhart State Park near Lockhart, Texas to camp for the night. Signs pointing you to the state park were rather scarce but we got on what we thought was the right road and continued on. By then it was getting dark and you couldn’t see  your hand in front of your face. Finally we came to a big stretch of grass that seemed to go on aways. By that time it was ten thirty at night and we were both beat and we assumed that we must be at least at the edge of the state park so we pulled off the road and set up our tents in the grass and just went to sleep.

Came “the dawn’s early light” and we rolled out to see what the park looked like in daylight. Only problem was, there was no  park. Turned out we had pulled off the road onto someone’s big front lawn and we could see his house way back in the distance. His driveway was about 200 feet the  other side of us and here he came down the driveway in his car. We thought, “boy, is he going to be ticked at us for camping on his front lawn” (even though it was a big front lawn). Didn’t seem he was, though. He just stuck his hand out the window and waved at us and off he went. We wondered if other people looking for the state park had done the same thing and he was used to it. We never did find the state park. It’s still on the Texas state maps so I assume it’s there—somewhere! I hope they have better signs pointing it out today than they had in 1960.

Getting into San Antonio, we wanted to see the Alamo. San Antonio was a pretty good-sized city even then and we had to park aways away from the Alamo and walk. This the only time I was ever there, never had the opportunity to go back, but I never forgot it. We went through most of it, no guided tours in those days. I don’t even recall if we paid admission or not There were several  old guns and other relics on display and one thing I noticed—not many people were there besides us, but no one spoke loudly or made unnecessary noise. It was like a shrine and you unconsciously spoke softly and reverently in there. This was where Crockett, Bowie, Travis and the other 180 plus gave their lives for Texas independence. They had the chance to get out when they knew no  help was coming. They stayed, all but one man I am  told. I remember even today, the old song Tex Ritter sang decades ago and the chorus—“Hi-up, Santy Anna, we’re killing your soldiers below, so the rest of Texas will know, and remember the Alamo!” I often wonder today how much we remember—not enough I’m afraid.

I have often wondered—how many of us today would have the  courage to cross Travis’ line in the dirt, knowing if we did, we were not going to get out alive. In this age of rampant political correctness (cultural Marxism) I really wonder. And I wonder, in many cases, if we are really worthy of what our ancestors fought to preserve for us—God-given liberty. Only the Lord knows.

Oklahoma Reminiscences

 

By Al Benson Jr.

Recently, I picked up a book at one of the local libraries called Killers of the Flower Moon—The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI,  written by a David Grann. Mr. Grann is a staff writer at the New Yorker  so there would probably be some things he and I would not agree on politically, but he did write an interesting book about how a group of people in Osage County, Oklahoma killed off  several Osage  Indians in order to get the headrights to their oil leases and  make lots and lots of money from that.

It interested me because, back in the late 1960s I had briefly lived in Osage County, Oklahoma, which had been the old Osage Indian reservation. It is still listed that way on some maps.

My Dad had sold his home in the East and bought a trailer and we went West, so wherever we set the trailer up at night, that was home, at least for that night. We got as far as central New Mexico, looking for work, of which there was very little. At the same time I was trying to make a little selling my paintings. The art market in New Mexico was pretty competitive and I wasn’t nearly as good as most of those artists around Taos and Santa Fe, so we headed back east from there.

We recrossed the Oklahoma panhandle, part of the area covered by the Dust Bowl in the 1930s,  and we checked work possibilities all the way back across Oklahoma. Just about nil! We ended up in the eastern part of Osage County and spent part of the rest of that year there. Had we been able to get any kind of work, we would have stayed. We even checked into employment for the state park service and my Dad and I went down to Oklahoma City to see about that, but no possibilities even there that would do us any good. And while there, we visited the National Cowboy Hall of Fame, which at the time was having a large exhibit of the work of Western artists, and I wanted so see their work; see how they painted some of those things so natural to the Western scene—rocks, cactus, sagebrush, etc.

Oklahoma is an interesting state—all the way from the hill country in the eastern part of the state to the high plains of the Oklahoma panhandle—where the wind never stops blowing, day or night. I remember one  place in the panhandle we stopped for something and I asked a man in front of the store there “Is it always this windy here?” To which he replied “Hell  no. Sometimes it gets windier.” After having camped two days at Black Mesa State Park and seen the wind blow about 40 mph 24/7, I wasn’t about to disagree with him!

Anyway, Osage County was also an interesting mix, part of it in what they call the Osage Hills and part of  it tall grass prairie. They have what they call bluestem grass there, which is really good for cattle.

There used to be several oil boom towns in Osage County, mostly gone now, but there was one we went through several times called Burbank. It wasn’t the most scenic place around and it looked pretty much like a ghost town, almost no sign of life at all and it had been a rip-roaring town in its heyday. Interestingly enough, we went through there in 1971 so I could show folks we were with what a ghost town looked like, and instead we found a town in the process of being revived, much like what we saw in Virginia City, Montana years later. Some ghosts don’t stay dead!

Oklahoma had its share of interesting characters. The second time we were in Bartlesville, Oklahoma, which is in Washington County, right next  door to Osage County, we saw an old man with white hair and a handlebar mustache. He just looked interesting and so we asked about him. Come to find out, in his early days, he had been a train robber and had ridden with the Al Spencer gang. Seems he had gotten caught after a robbery and did jail time. The locals in Bartlesville thought  he must have had loot from a robbery stashed somewhere because they said he always had money and no one ever heard of him working.

Another interesting character I got to know was an old trick roper named Raymond. He had some sort of back injury that prevented him from doing rodeos anymore, but boy, could he still do tricks with that rope! He lived in the back of a pawn shop in Bartlesville, a  pawn shop that, interestingly enough, was willing to display my Western artwork in its front window. I sold a few pictures because of his display, and I found out an interesting fact. When a lot of Oklahomans buy something off you they want to dicker over the price. In the East that almost never  happened.  You put a price on something and folks either paid it  or walked off. In Oklahoma they wanted to dicker over it. If  you had a price of $15 on a picture they’d walk around it, stand back for a few minutes and say “I’ll give $7.50 for it. So if you really wanted to sell it, you learned to dicker with them. You also learned, becoming aware of their horsetrading  propensities, to ask a little more for a picture than you really expected to get in hope of coming out of the dickering process  with something near what you really wanted. All told, this was an interesting experience.

The time finally came, though, with the austere work situation in Oklahoma, we had to go further east in order to find work to be able to survive. Sad as I was to leave Oklahoma, the Lord knew what He had planned for me. Had we stayed there I never would have married my wife. So in the end, the Lord knows what’s best for each of us.

As our kids got old enough to travel, I wanted my wife and kids to see the places in the West I  had enjoyed so much in  earlier years and so when the kids  were younger we went all over the  place out there. My wife loved it like I did. We both still do, though we can’t go anymore. The kids didn’t always appreciate some of the places we took them when they were younger. Now they do. They realize they got to a lot of places that not too many tourists get to.

And through it all, Oklahoma still remains one of my favorite spots—a mixture of West and South—with lots of friendly folks. For any interested in travel, I’d definitely recommend it.

Karl Marx—Deadbeat Daddy

 

By Al Benson Jr.

Member, Board of Directors, Confederate Society of America

 

On May 5th of this year many celebrated the 200th anniversary of the birth of Karl Marx. You’d think from some of the articles  I read, mostly on the internet, that  Marx was a daring, bold economic visionary who had come up with a new economic system that proved to be a boon to mankind. Of course that’s the line today’s current crop of Marxist professors have been programmed to parrot. Unfortunately they parrot it to a whole batch of college students who, thanks to inadequate economic education at the high school level, really don’t have a clue and if the professor is good enough he can,  as they say, “baffle them with his BS.”

Supposedly, Marx’s economic vision was put forth for the benefit of the  poor working  people. That that idea was a total charade has been proven by the millions of poor working people that have  perished under various Marxist regimes around the  world. Anyone who believes that hogwash truly has to have spiritual and economic blinders on.

Steve Byas, writing on https://www.thenewamerican.com for May 5th wrote: “While Marx is certainly a central figure in the history of communism, he was by no means the lone originator of communism. And his background demonstrates  that communism did not  spring from the toiling masses of the working class. The reality is that Marx, like almost all socialist revolutionaries, was a product of academia and self-proclaimed intellectual secret societies.” It has been reported that Marx didn’t write The Communist Manifesto on his  own, but rather he wrote it for a group called The League of the Just  (Illuminati) and his name does not even appear on the cover of the first edition.

Donnie Kennedy and I, in our book, Lincoln’s Marxists, noted that Charles A. Dana, managing editor of the New York Tribune hired Marx to write columns for the paper, which was owned and published by utopian socialist Horace Greeley. From 1851 to 1862 Marx contributed about 500 articles to Greeley’s paper—his associate Friedrich Engles probably wrote about a quarter of them. He was more well versed in English than Marx was, and besides, Marx was a bit on the lazy side. It seems, though, that he had no trouble taking pay for the articles Engels wrote.

Leopold Schwarzschild, in his book The Red Prussian published in 1947 by Charles Scribner’s Sons noted of Marx that: “In all this there was nothing to indicate that from now on collections, subscriptions and charity were to be this brilliant young man’s sole means  of support. Nobody could have imagined it, and yet so it was. With the collections and subscriptions of 1844 he embarked on a life which was never again, in all the long decades, to have any other basis.” In other words, for all his supposed economic prowess, Marx and his family mostly lived on charity—and a lot of that came from his friend Engels.

Recently I ran across an article from 2010 on https://hubpages.com entitled Karl Marx Lived in Filth and Neglected His Children. The article observed that: “When an educated man chooses to live in poverty , and raise his children in poverty, that is abuse. When Marx and his wife and children were living in London, a visitor wrote a description of  their lifestyle in their 3-room flat. Not only did the Marx children have to endure the hunger of  poverty, they were raised in filth, or what his friend described as ‘a pig-sty’….Both Marx and his wife came from comfortable homes, hers more prominent. Her father was a Prussian baron. And she, Jenny, was an educated woman when she married Marx. Together they had seven children. Four of those children died young. Only three survived to achieve adulthood. Every biography of Marx reports that his four children who died  young died because of the poverty they had to endure…Marx occasionally wrote articles for newspapers and he wrote his long papers and books full of his philosophies about the ‘struggle’ of workers, but he never worked a day in his life”

He also fathered an illegitimate son, but you don’t hear much about that little indiscretion. The hub pages article observed, in closing, that “By any standard, Marx’ life was a failure, as a husband,  as a father, as a provider.” But, hey, Marx didn’t have time for any of that bourgeois stuff.  He and his fellow socialist revolutionaries/terrorists had  an agenda to push onto the world. They just didn’t have any time available for being good fathers and good providers and good husbands. That was for the plebes, not them. They were above all that!

So all those useful idiots that want to enthuse over Karl Marx should take a step back and realize that, when push came to shove, Marx was little more than just another Deadbeat Dad!

America’s Second “Civil War”–Part Two

 

By Al Benson Jr.

Member, Board of Directors, Confederate Society of America

 

The Epistle of James in the New Testament says, in verse one, chapter 4 that: “From whence cometh wars and fightings among you? come they not hence, even of your lusts that war in your members?”

And what are some of those lusts? The lust for power over others; the lust for economic gain gotten at the expense of others;  the lust to exercise total control over the lives of others because you think you are, somehow, entitled to that control-and besides, you really want it even if you are not entitled to it. You want to be a “god” and be able to lord it over the rest of us mere mortals (can anyone say Hillary or Obama)?

This isn’t a new phenomena. It goes back to the Tower of Babel, or even back to Genesis 3 where the serpent asked Eve “Yea, hath God said Ye shall not eat  of every tree in the garden?” So, the lust for war that you might have power over others is not new.

James Ronald Kennedy just recently wrote an article for the Confederate Veteran in which he noted: “In our ‘modern’ politically correct times it seems progressives, liberals and secular humanists who control society are working to increase hatred while playing a major role in justifying and encouraging evil. The current epidemic of hatred in the United States did not suddenly spring forth out of nothing but has long, bloody and evil historical roots—roots which extend deep into the cold, rocky soil of New England…The South has been on the receiving end of Northern hatred from the beginning of these United States. But this Northern hated has always presented itself as ‘good’.” I can attest to the truth of Ron Kennedy’s statements. I grew up in New England and can attest firsthand to the damage done by the Unitarian apostasy that came out of there. It has affected this country since at least the early 1800s and was subtly responsible for the society I grew up in. That’s not to say there are not good and decent folks in New England. There are. But they have grown up in the same atmosphere I grew up in and we were all influenced to some degree by it—and not for the better!

This situation, by extension, is responsible for much of the hatred and cultural warfare we have seen in this country. Much of the cultural and theological Left in this country today is little more than a modern extension of the  Unitarianism, Transcendentalism, and Utopian socialism of the early 19th century. Abolitionist/terrorist John Brown and ISIS and Black Lives Matter would have loved one  another! Their worldviews would have been almost identical. And these modern incarnations of John Brown continue today to try to destroy any real culture left in America—be it in the South or the West. And those that finance and support their efforts at the destruction of our culture are not all that different from the creature that said to Eve in the garden “Hath God said…?” They all have the same father (of lies).

You can’t sit down and “dialogue” with these people today anymore than you could with their Unitarian/abolitionist/socialist spiritual  ancestors. Then, as now, they had (and have)  an agenda—the total  destruction of any remaining American, Christian culture and that being the case, all you can do if you deign to sit with them is decide how much  Christian truth you are willing to sacrifice and  how much of their socialist hogwash you are willing to embrace.

So, if we end up with “another civil war” there can be no “bi-partisanship” as such because they are committed to your destruction and you better realize that right off! They have one worldview and we have another—and each is committed to the destruction of the other. The two worldviews are totally at odds culturally, politically, and economically—and theologically!

California is a grand example of this. In their socialist worldview they are at least fifteen years ahead of the rest of the country, except possibly New York and New England. Part of their agenda is what has been called “the browning of America.” For those who don’t know, that means culturally changing America from what she has been into Third World status.

More to come, Lord willing.

4/9/65

by Al Benson Jr.

Member, Board of Directors, Confederate Society of America

Well, today is the 153rd anniversary of Robert E. Lee’s surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia at Appomattox Court House in Virginia.

This event, so we are told, ended the “Civil War.” As far as the professional “historians” and their appendages in the Fake News Media are concerned, that was it, the end. The South fought to preserve her right to keep slaves and lost–end of story. Unfortunately for them, it isn’t.

Robert E. Lee’s surrender of the Army of Northern Virginia did not end the War. There were still two armies in the field, Joe Johnston’s army in North Carolina, and Kirby Smith’s army of the Trans-Mississippi in Louisiana. Though these would eventually surrender, they hadn’t yet, and the lawful government of the Confederate States of America would never surrender. To this day they have never surrendered. The surrender of Lee’s army was interpreted as being the surrender of the Confederate States of America. It wasn’t!

Jeff Davis had no intention of surrendering the Confederate government. He put it all, records, and cabinet members, on the train to Danville, Virginia and sought to operate the Confederate government as the train moved South. Davis and many in the government were finally caught–and the Yankee/Marxists even lied about the events surrounding that. Be that as it may, the Confederate government never officially surrendered. Clifford Dowdey wrote about that in his book The History of the Confederacy–1832-1865, pages 411, 414.

The Yankee/Marxists, due to having more men, money, and material, overwhelmed us on the battle field–but they never forced a surrender out of us in the end!

So I guess, to satisfy the historians (hysterians) it has been promulgated abroad that the “Civil War” ended at Appomattox on April 9th. That way no one will ever be tempted to ask to see the documents showing the surrender of the Confederate States, with official signatures.

Of course, most astute followers of our history realize that the War really solved nothing and that even though the shooting part of the War has abated for now, the cultural phase of the War has been cranking up since the advent of “reconstruction” and has now reached almost fever pitch, as the Yankee/Marxists now feel they have us down for the count along with most of our monuments and flags. It will be up to us, with God’s help and our grit, as to how far down they have us, but I have the sneaky feeling it ain’t as far down and they think it should be or would like it to be. So it will be up to us, and those we educate for the future, as to how far down we are. Kind of like the picture of the heron trying to swallow the frog–except the frog has got a grip on his throat so he can’t swallow anything and the caption at the top of the picture says “It ain’t over ’til it’s over.” That’s where we are right now–so happy Appomattox Day!

Here We Come And Here’s What We Want!

by Al Benson Jr.

Member, Board of Directors, Confederate Society of America

There was a time when immigrants came to this country from other places to make a better life for themselves and they were willing to work hard to do that. And mostly they did it. They found jobs and made a place for themselves and their families and in so doing made themselves part of this country. My grandfather was one of them. He went to work in a factory at nine years of age. His family didn’t come here and demand favors and freebies. In those days there was none of that foolishness. Immigrants came here, mostly legally, willing to work and make a better life for their families.

Today all that has changed!

Presently you have “caravans” of immigrants from Central America working their way up through Mexico and they plan to arrive on our southern border with a list of demands they expect our president to comply with forthwith so they can be comfortable here. They expect these demands to be met, or at least they say they do. They feel they are entitled to what they demand.

When Comrade Obama occupied the White (Red) House this was the kind of situation that would cause him to draw a line in the sand, and having drawn it, he would gladly invite all the illegals to cross it and he would seek to bestow upon them all the goodies he wouldn’t dream of giving to native-born American citizens because, after all, most of us were not socialist like him, and so we didn’t deserve anything. All we deserved was the privilege of footing the bill to coddle all his illegal buddies so they could live in the lap of luxury while they labored to change our culture into the one they had just “escaped” from.

However, this year’s “caravan” will be dealing with Donald Trump rather than “Madame President” which, hopefully, will be a whole different animal. If Mr. Trump ends up caving in to these freebie-hunters lots of us ain’t gonna be real happy. Right now he is talking about pulling US troops out of Syria and putting them down on our southern border–a move I will applaud if he does it.

As the “caravan” works its way to the borders of Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and Commiefornia they are letting us know what they expect from us. According to an article on https://canadafreepress.com one of the demands of the caravan comrades is that “They open the borders to us because we are as much citizens as the people of the countries where we are and/or travel.” In other words, these people are as much the citizens of this country as we are? That statement won’t even qualify as bovine fertilizer! The idea that some Leftist group (because that is who ultimately finances these boondoggles) can just trot up to our border and demand citizenship is way beyond laughable. It is an absurdity!!! Oh, I realize this sort of arrogant demand warms the hearts of all dedicated Leftists in this country who loathe ordinary hardworking Americans and love illegal immigrants that they can shower our largesse on.  Just think of the voting block they can turn these people into (whether they vote legally or not makes no diference) to disenfranchise normal Americans. Just think of how they will change our culture, because that culture change is a major part of their agenda. Ask Comrade Obama who, come to think of it, we haven’t seen much of lately, though his minions are assuredly active. Makes you wonder where he’s hiding out–and why?

But the “caravan crowd” has yet another point to make. They say “Our dream is to build solidarity bridges and turndown border walls imposed by greed.” No doubt they are seeking to fulfill Hillary’s dream of open borders and are happily doing their bit toward that Leftist end. The Free Press noted that this is a “..clear PR stunt orchestrated by leftist advocates.”

Who are these people to “demand” anything of us? If some of them manage, by hook or by crook to sneak into this country they will be nothing more than illegal immigrants and the only thing they will be entitled to is a free ride back to the Mexican border. Regardless of what they say and regardless of what some of our cowardly politicians spout they don’t have citizens rights here and they shouldn’t be entitled to any “free stuff” just because they have the gall to demand it.

I have heard that the governor of Texas plans to put the Texas National Guard along the Texas border with Mexico. Good for him! Let’s hope he has enough of them to do the job until Mr. Trump gets those troops back from Syria! It’s high time we quit handing over American goodies to everybody in the world that thinks they deserve them, via some “redistribution of the wealth” scam authored in Washington.