Over the next 3 days, and especially this year, get ready to gobble up some of the worst Thanksgiving hypocrisy from American politicians…
I generally don’t do well in years preceding US presidential elections, such as the year we’re in right now.
To be honest, I can barely stomach the hypocrisy.
I’m not quite sure how it is that I’m soldiering through this year, but it could have something to do with the fact that I’ve somehow been blessed with the ability to let my rants out when Mike and I do our live-streams on Mondays and Wednesdays?
Case in point, our live-stream from yesterday:
Thanksgiving week is always extra special to me in that it strikes a particular nerve that is really bothersome, and I would be honored if you would allow me to share the reason why.
I’d like to take you all the way back (using the “markets” concept of time) to the year 2007.
I was running the soup kitchen in Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Yes, I tried my Google-ninja skills looking for the video proof of what I am about to share with you (the television news reporting), but it’s just too specific of a thing from too many years ago, in a time before the mass proliferation of smart devices, and, as a consequence and general lack of uploading any and all video to the Internet, the video proof, which is out there, somewhere, requires more of my time to find than I’m willing to spend.
That said, I was in charge of several hundred volunteers, like 600 of them, and I interacted with thousands of different people, including the people I had to put on my knee pads for and kiss butt to as I begged them for donations of half-spoiled food to serve to the hungry, and including interactions with homeless people who shook so much salt and doused with so much homemade vinegary hot sauce on said half-spoiled food that it didn’t really matter anyway because they’d never no the difference, and they generally had stomachs made of iron.
Not that serving half-spoiled food was the modus operandi.
I guess a way to think about it would be to imagine that scene from that movie about that Jewish resistance group fighting the Nazis in WWII, all the while hiding in the woods and surviving by however they could survive, and, in particular, I’m referring to that one scene where the hunger pangs are really kicking-in to this ever-growing group of hungry Jewish people, and the leader pulls back the cover from some loosely guarded raw potatoes, and the few remaining potatoes were all half-spoiled.
Kinda like that.
Anyway, my point with this way too drawn out disclaimer is that there are in fact people who know exactly what I am talking about, so if anybody needs the hard evidence, just seek out those thousands of people I engaged with during the years I ran the soup kitchen, and especially anybody who I interacted with around Thanksgiving, 2007.
During my time running that soup kitchen, I was in charge of serving between 95,000 to 100,000 meals per year, and yes, in Chapel Hill, so while a person might say, “Chapel HIll ain’t no dang Skid Row”, relatively speaking, it was no less a constant struggle of uniquely different but equally damaging caliber.
Want absolute proof that socialism doesn’t work?
Go run a “soup kitchen”, which is technically not even the politically correct thing to call it nowadays.
Thanks to a dumbed-down and wussified American population, the correct term is now “community kitchen”, but using the correct term (which I will not use in this rant) only drives the “socialism doesn’t work” point home even more.
Nonetheless, I used to think about certain things when I was running the soup kitchen, and often times, those things stuck with me, even though at the time I was thinking those things, it never even really dawned on me that I was thinking about why socialism doesn’t work.
Specifically, I used to say to myself, whenever I would get frustrated in my constant struggle to run the soup kitchen and feed the masses, “if nobody owns it, nobody cares”.
That is absolutely true, and it’s a dang shame.
This was a “non-profit”, “social services” agency, and heavily supported by local churches, businesses, people of all types, and what not, and it was viewed as something shared by all, and, as such, the place was only ever half clean, because, well, “who cares”?
Stuff was always breaking down, such as refrigerators, ranges, and garbage disposals, because of misuse at best and abuse at worst, because, well, “who cares”?
You see, when it’s nobody’s problem, nobody cares, and when it’s everybody’s problem, nobody cares.
Socialism does not work.
That dog don’t hunt.
But I digress.
Lot’s of disclaimers and side notes just to get something off of my chest!
People talk about “income inequality” and “wealth disparity” in this nation, and it is nowhere on better display than in a place like Chapel Hill.
The richest people were the nastiest and cheapest when it came to donating their money, their food, or their time, and the poorest people were both the most generous and the most helpful.
At least, that’s anecdotal and only my personal experience of dealing with what I just said, day in and day out, for many years.
Funny how that works out.
Is it not?
Either way, it ties in with what I’m about to say: Some people who make obscene amounts of money and are borderline sociopaths, especially lawyers and politicians, and double-especially people who are both lawyers and politicians, generally speaking, always become a pain in the butt around the holidays and especially during Thanksgiving.
It’s ironic too, you know, in an egotistical and narcissistic kind of way, how every time you ask these people for money, food, time, or something else desperately needed, during any other time of the year, they generally ignore you, don’t follow-through, or in one way or another let you down.
Why is that?
Or, as my 2nd cousin on the dysfunctional side of my family would say, “it is what it is”.
Indeed it is.
Now, please don’t misunderstand me: I’m not talking about everybody, every business, nor every entity, for I am only speaking in generalities.
So in the fall of 2007, and into Thanksgiving, there were three main Democratic candidates – at least to me and my situation – there was Hillary, there was Barack, and there was John Edwards.
John Edwards was a former trial lawyer in North Carolina who, if my memory serves me correctly, won the largest litigation award ever in North Carolina’s history, something to do with some unfortunate girl getting her intestines sucked out of her body by some high-powered vacuum drain at the bottom of a public swimming pool in North Carolina, which I’m not ragging on one bit, but rather, I’m bringing this up because the last thing we need in this world are more lawyers, more politicians, and certainly not more lawyer-politicians.
Or would they be politician-lawyers?
Regardless, John Edwards, among other things, was indeed a former Senator from North Carolina, he had the haircut, and he even came equipped with a Southern drawl in his speech.
THE STAGE IS SET:
From about October on, it was always a weird combination of total suck mixed with moments of weirdness in the soup kitchen.
The sucky part about it is what I want to share with you today.
You see, corrupt, evil politicians who generally do nothing but screw people over all year long all of the sudden have this change of heart during the holidays, some fleeting moment of the most minuscule of conscience, and gosh darn-it, if you don’t stop everything you’re doing, put everything on the back burner, and succumb to their selfish whims, immediately, well, I’m sorry buddy but you’d better fall in line and submit ’cause that’s what you’re going to do!
And by golly, these people who behave in this manner just have to serve Thanksgiving dinner to the homeless, on Thanksgiving Day no less, at the time of their choosing, standard Thanksgiving dinner meal schedule be danged, and they will be serving Thanksgiving dinner only by the exact manner they shall ascribe.
Oh yeah, and they better not actually have to get all that close to the smelly street vermin and otherwise worthless bums!
More like not even rushing distance.
I am not exaggerating here: This is how the holidays go.
I guess a way to think about it would be to imagine some burly, crazy criminal walking into a nice church, blowing the priest’s head off with a shotgun at point-blank range, placing the smoking shotgun on the nearest pew, kneeling down, pulling out a Rosary, saying a prayer for the lifeless, headless corpse lying next to him, and then getting up and leaving.
Kinda like that.
And a mess that’s more than just aggravating to clean up.
So, Thanksgiving in 2007 was the last Thanksgiving before the 2008 presidential election, and the candidates just had to show the nation just how much they were public servants, thankful for what they had, all the while offering a helping-hand to those in need.
What a crock-o-crap!
Unfortunately, however, that’s what the MSM propagandists want us to believe about these
dirty, slimy bastards fine, outstanding public servants.
That is to say, around Thanksgiving in 2007, if you were watching the “news” back then, you saw Barack and Hillary doing their Thanksgiving public service to the poor, which, at this point, I can’t even remember what exactly it was that they did, only that it was something similar to what John Edwards did with us.
ENTER JOHN EDWARDS:
John Edwards needed to show his human side, and show that he was like, totally full of thanks and oh so willing to give back.
So they, and exactly who “they” are is unknown to me to this very day, decided Pretty Boy would come to my soup kitchen and “volunteer”.
What a freakin’ nightmare!
First of all, we had to do all of this security crap ahead of time, it was a huge production, super-burdensome, and preparing for his altruism took our attention off of actually helping the hungry, and I specifically remember them saying to me that above all, do not put John Edwards in any risk of messing up his hair.
What. So. Ever.
He did have nice hair:
It sure does glisten in the artificial lighting, does it not?
That’s what stuck with me – don’t put him in any situation that would mess up his hair!
So the corrupt, evil politician walks in, and instead of getting his hands actually dirty, or pretty much doing anything at all except for getting in the way, he put a few cans of food on the kitchen shelves and placed a couple pitchers of water on the tables.
It took all of about 5 minutes, with the camera crews jockeying for position to capture such genuine hospitality and selfless generosity!
SUPPLEMENTAL SIDE NOTE: What did we (the nonprofit, social service agency) get for our rapid accommodation for this wannabe presidential hopeful?
Not a dang thing!
They didn’t even donate a bag of groceries to the soup kitchen!
OK, “Hey Half Dollar, it sounds to me like politicians don’t really care about the people.”.
And here’s my overall point: There is nothing more hypocritical than some politician giving off the image they’re doing something for others, and even worse is the politician giving off the image that he or she is doing something good for others.
Back during Thanksgiving of 2007, people who would have tuned-in to the news that day must have seen the reports and thought, “oh, such a nice thing for John Edwards to do this Thanksgiving”, when really, it was nothing more than a photo-op at the expense of the hungry, and who cares about them anyway, right?
John Edwards’ benevolent service to the hungry was nothing more than a pain in my butt.
Whatever it was, it was certainly not selfless service on the front-lines of hunger.
I wanted to share this story with you today because I’m sure we’re going to see much more of this in the coming days, especially with such a large pool of “presidential hopefuls”, as if candidates are elected and not selected.
I’m not sure what to make of the fact that people still think politicians are elected into office and not selected by Deep State Globalists, but then again, people still think we went to the moon, so yeah, there’s a reason they’re called “sheeple”.
In the case of Thanksgiving of 2007, on the front-lines of hunger in that soup kitchen in Chapel Hill, much of my time was taken from me engaging in the real fight in order to prepare for John Edwards to basically come in and do nothing except spend a few minutes in front of the news cameras.
Those few on-camera minutes were enough to edit and polish the overwhelming Thanksgiving
scam spirit emanating from all of his pores.
To this day, I’m not sure what it was, but it must have been something in his hair spray that caused such an
evil politician fine man to spend his precious time serving the needs of others.
In reality, it was all done for no other reason than to give off the image he was doing something for the hungry on Thanksgiving all the while engaging in a low-budget, guerrilla marketing campaign via the free MSM publicity.
It must be nice being part of the sheeple.
Well, all except for the slaughter.
That part does kinda suck.
But I do digress.
Now, what’s in store for Thanksgiving this year?
One year before the next US presidential election?
We’ve yet to see all of the pathetic, illusory public service in all of its vomit-inducing glory, but we have already seen some of the greatest hypocrisy of all times, like, big time.
Case in point: President Trump was ADAMANT about the fact that the “witch hunt” was destroying lives, and yet Trump’s hypocrisy is so thick that, well, let’s just let President Trump show us for himself.
Here’s a sampling of this bold faced hypocrisy his supporters just let slide, setting the stage with February, 2018:
Lives “shattered and destroyed”.
Here’s another sampling, from May of 2018:
Lives “devastated and destroyed”.
There are plenty of examples of this rhetoric, such as this one from August, 2018:
“Too many” voices destroyed, and “that cannot be allowed to happen”.
Now, tighten those abs because here comes the sucker punch, from April of this year:
Hopefully for your sake, it was a sucker punch and not a kick to the gonads.
Myself, I was not so fortunate.
But yeah, take that!
And take that too, you stupid, dumb idiots who’s lives were devastated and destroyed.
Joke’s on you!
Because he could’ve ended it if he wanted to!
But he didn’t.
He did not end it.
He did not end it even though he knew of all of the destruction and devastation, for years no less.
Spoiler Alert: If you don’t see that President Trump is a Deep State Globalist in Patriot’s Clothing, much like a Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, then you are part of the sheeple, just like the flock of sheep are to the wolf, or, alternatively, you’re way too drunk on the Kool-aid and likely to go into alcohol poisoning followed by imminent liver failure.
But wait, there’s more!
And just in time for the Thanksgiving!
Because Trump says Bring It!
But don’t take ‘Ol Half Dollar’s word for it, see for yourself from everybody’s favorite wannabe alternative media website:
And to anybody else out there who’s lives are about to become “devastated”, “destroyed”, “shattered”, or otherwise chock-full of suck, well, suck it up buttercup, and oh yeah, BOHICA!
Get ready for it.
The politicians are coming.
And they’re on a mission to prove their gratitude, even if that means doing basically nothing for 5 minutes all for the sake of a
photo op worthless bum.
What’s the bottom line this beautiful evening of Thanksgiving week, in 2019?
Thanksgiving is always one of those holidays that is bittersweet for me.
It is hard when you’re always throwing-up a little bit in your mouth.
Because of the super thick and heavy hypocrisy of politicians.
When all I want to do is try to enjoy a nice holiday meal.
In the comfort of the people I love in life the most.
People say Thanksgiving brings out the good.
But when our corrupt system is totally evil?
Then how can there even be any good?
The answer is that there isn’t any.
It is all one big, fat, ugly lie.
I am, however, thankful.
To share my story.
So that you, too.
May see this.
– Half Dollar
About the Author
U.S. Army Iraq War Combat Veteran Paul “Half Dollar” Eberhart has an AS in Information Systems and Security from Western Technical College and a BA in Spanish from The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. Paul dived into gold & silver in 2009 as a natural progression from the prepper community. He is self-studied in the field of economics, an active amateur trader, and a Silver Bug at heart.