It is 3:00 in the morning. My office window is half open. I can feel a nice cool breeze that reminds me of the early morning when I was a young man. I could hear my mother and father talking. Mother was only 5 ft. 7in. tall, but all of us thought she was a giant. My mother was telling my father about the pain in her neck from pulling the heavy cotton sacks and the pain in her fingers from the needle stick from the cotton bowl from the white man's cotton fields. My brother, Percy, and I were hurting because we knew how bad she was feeling. I had to be about eleven years old at the time, and Percy was around twelve. He looked at me and said, "Vernon, that's it." "No more?" I can remember asking, "What can we do?" He said, "We can run ahead of mother and put the cotton sack around our necks and pull it for her." My mother heard our conversation. Mother stopped walking and bent down and kissed me. Then she turned to Percy and kissed him. The look of pride in her eyes almost made me tear up. I never felt so big and so great. In my life, I am proud to say that my mother, from that day forward, never labored with pulling a horse harness again. As if that moment wasn't enough, let's keep remembering that it is at the end of a long hot day. In about thirty minutes, it would be time to quit. The boss man and his two sons pulled up in a brand new truck. They had the windows up and the air conditioning blowing. He parked the truck at the end of the road, reading stories to his Son, another white man pulled up to weigh the cotton that had just been picked. After he weighed it all, he gave my mother a small white piece of paper. She gave it to our boss man. He never opened his truck door or rolled down his window. A small compartment door came out with some money in it. My mother was not allowed to look up, stare the white man in his eyes. In those days, it was considered a sign of being uppity and didn't no white man put up with an uppity colored person. My mother took the money that he gave her and walked away. He blew his horn and waved for her to come back. He asked her did she forget something. My mother said, "No, sir." Then she repeated it, "No, sir." My brother and I could hear him screaming at her at the top of his lungs, saying, "You forgot to thank me!" My mother was so afraid, she said to him, "I'm sorry, sir. I'm so sorry." He looked at her with pure disdain in his eyes and said, ''That's better. See you tomorrow." All while this was going on, my brother and I could see his children laughing at our mother while their father looked down, seeking their approval. There was one thing that he and his kids did not know, if he had attacked our mother, he would have found out that he had just grabbed two tigers by the damn tail. My brother and I would've been all over him. My mother would not have been able to stop us. My mother was not concerned for her safety, she was afraid for Percy and me. Back in those days, white bosses had a gun rack in their trucks and shotguns and rifles loaded and set to fire. My brother, Percy, looked at me with angry eyes and said, ''Vernon, are you ready?" I said, "Yes, Percy. I'm ready." My mother said to me and Percy-and I'll never forget this day-she said, "This will not happen in my lifetime or your father's lifetime, but Vernon, a new day will come when you won't have to beg or get on your knees for no man. The time will come when you will be able to stand up straight and look them all in the eye." She began to recall a conversation she had with my father where he stated that if he had one choice to stand up straight and look a white man in the eye for just one day or to bow down on his knees and live for fifty years, he would take the one day of life. It was a long walk home, but we learned a lot that day.

What Pisses Me Off About The Good Ol’ USA is a topical review of current affairs and national issues that represents the views of most Americans. This book represents those Americans who do not have the ability to speak out or who are afraid to speak out due to political correctness. This book dives into many issues that have destroyed the fabric of our society that our fore fathers fought so hard to provide for future generations under the US Constitution and the Bill Of Rights. The title reflects what is wrong with our society and country and tells it in a straight-forward manner. Brian Curtis discusses issues affecting our national security, our financial well-being, our moral and ethical compass, our faith, our misguided political behavior, equality, unlawful behavior, and lastly our inability to reduce the size of government that has turned our country into a nanny state and a co-dependent country. This title reflects years of frustration over the inability of our countrymen to rise up and put a stop to political correctness forever. This book reveals the frustrations, the bold-face lies and deceit, and the weakness of our countrymen to stand up and correct the direction this country is heading. This topical review clearly brings many issues to the forefront that need to be discussed, analyzed, broken down and corrected to save ourselves from the juggernaut of a society that is lost, confused, and misguided. This book is a wake up call to step up to the plate, swing the bat, and run the bases full speed with no interference. Read on my friends and enjoy the ride.

Where Trump Learned to Rule To know Donald J. Trump it is best to start in his natural habitat: Palm Beach, Florida. It is here he learned the techniques that took him all the way to the White House. Painstakingly, over decades, he has created a world in this exclusive tropical enclave and favorite haunt of billionaires where he is not just president but a king. The vehicle for his triumph is Mar-A-Lago, one of the greatest mansions ever built in the United States. The inside story of how he became King of Palm Beach—and how Palm Beach continues to be his spiritual home even as president—is rollicking, troubling, and told with unrivaled access and understanding by Laurence Leamer. In Mar-A-Lago, the reader will learn: * How Donald Trump bought a property now valued by some at as much as $500,000,000 for less than three thousand dollars of his own money. * Why Trump was blackballed by the WASP grandees of the island and how he got his revenge. * How Trump joined forces with the National Enquirer, which was headquartered nearby, and engineered his own divorce. * How by turning Mar-A-Lago into a private club, Trump was the unlikely man to integrate Palm Beach’s restricted country club scene, and what his real motives were. * What transpires behind the gates of today’s Mar-A-Lago during “the season,” when President Trump and assorted D.C. power players fly down each weekend. In addition to copious interviews and reporting from inside Mar-A-Lago, Laurence Leamer brings an acute and unparalleled understanding of the society of Palm Beach, where he has lived for twenty-five years. He has written an essential book for understanding Donald Trump’s inner character.

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This book attacks a poison that for so very long we have called political correctness. Political correctness (PC) is the act of avoiding expression or language that can perceptively be construed as marginalizing by specific minorities or demographic groups. It is often difficult to argue against PC, because supporters of PC are likely to claim that contrary to using PC, one would instead use expressions or language that offends, which is oft what I wind up doing. This response is a false conflation of permitting and condoning, but the fallaciousness usually doesn't deter those who want to win the argument. It's easy to accuse someone of simply seeking justification to use epithets in order to put him on the defensive and into the unenviable position of having to assert that he's not a racist. It's also dirty and hateful to do so, and that's how such responses should be considered. We also review Agenda 21, Document 7277, the Illuminati, the Club of Rome, and the Committee of 300 in brevity. We discuss the New World Order and speculate about megaregions and their locations both in the United States and abroad. We take a very long train ride from the most southern tip of South America all the way to New Zealand, and we discuss possibilities for a likely location for the capital of the world (that may surprise you). We even speculate about a location right here in the United States for a habitat for useless eaters. We discuss how close we have come in our society to achieve all the goals of the New World Order. I really hope you enjoy the read.

In Part 2, the author addresses the ways in which immigration impacts upon citizenship, arguing for the continuing relevance of national citizenship for integrating immigrants, albeit modified by nationally distinct schemes of multiculturalism."--Jacket.

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