I was aggressively opposed to the technocratic globalists elites control and power driven intentions of eliminating cash transactions from the face of the earth. But now, I am not.
I am white. I am heterosexual. I am male. I worked on Wall Street. I am broke. I don’t feel privileged, except for the fact that I am always trying to educate myself through my own efforts and not from the beneficence of the State, perhaps my “whiteness” gave me this desire? However, I know that I was given a privileged life, because of my family’s money, because my mother graced the cover of Life magazine in 1948 and I attended the best boarding schools and Universities, but I do not feel guilty. I will never feel guilty and the “white guilt” movement sickens me with its absurdity.
I do not believe I am a racist, but clearly an increasingly large radicalized and indoctrinated population will say otherwise. Simply because of my natural birth I am supposed to feel guilty, I am supposed to renounce my whiteness, which is a racist view in and of itself.
I believe in the absolute primacy of the rule of law and the equality of all before the law, but not of equality of outcome, but this is now so obviously clearly a white, male, heterosexual notion. I am going to the bar to get a drink because I am sickened by the pace of our civilizational decline, because I do not believe all civilizations and cultures are remotely equal, a serious disease I know.
I am going to get drunk, I think.
I will never accept the progressive notion that the ends justify the means, for this is the core mantra of fascist tyranny and State enforced death.
I will not pay with cash and I will never accept cash again as long as I live, unless it is emblazoned with the visage of an American that truly forged the core foundational principles of this nation, a nation I once loved. This, no matter how much I disagree with many of their actions at the time of they lived, for my mores and views cannot be superimposed on those who lived in different times, under different circumstances.
I am going to get drunk.
Change for a $20: Tubman Ousts Jackson
The final redesigns will be unveiled in 2020, the centennial of the 19th Amendment establishing women’s suffrage, and will not go into wide circulation until later in the decade, starting with the new $10 note. The unexpectedly ambitious proposals reflect Mr. Lew’s tortuous attempt to expedite the process and win over critics who have lodged conflicting demands, pitting mainly women’s advocates against Hamiltonians newly empowered by the unlikely success of their hero’s story on Broadway.
Mr. Lew’s design proposals are the culmination of 10 months of often-heated public commentary that began almost immediately after he invited Americans last June to help him decide which woman from history to honor on the $10 bill. That feel-good initiative proved to be hardly as simple as he first imagined.
Textbooks teach fake ‘facts’ about the Underground Railroad and Harriet Tubman
It isn’t surprising that Larson and Humez disagree about the number of trips that Tubman made. Neither is it surprising that Larson’s and Humez’s scholarly inferences don’t agree with claims that have appeared, over the years, in popular stories about Tubman. Tubman herself didn’t write any accounts of her adventures — she was illiterate — nor did she dictate any such accounts. In any case, it is hard to imagine that she would have kept records even if she had been able to write, for such documentation could have served to incriminate her and her associates. Yet schoolbook-writers have seized (from some unnamed source) the notion that Tubman made nineteen trips [note 2], and they have turned it into a “fact.” Only in The American Journey is there any room for doubt — and only because, as I have shown above, the writers of The American Journey contradict themselves.
On page 419 they say flatly that Tubman made nineteen trips, but on page 446 they say that she made “more than 19” trips.Neither Larson nor Humez nor any other researcher has ever found a poster, a newspaper advertisement, or any other evidence to suggest that anyone put a price of $40,000, or any other huge amount, on Tubman’s head. (The sum of $40,000 in the money of the mid-1800s would have been equivalent to more than $2 million in the money of today. Such an amount might be offered now for a major terrorist or perhaps for a serial killer.)
The only evidence of any reward for the capture of Harriet Tubman is an item that ran in a Maryland newspaper in October 1849, soon after Tubman made her own escape from slavery. The reward that was offered was $100.To believe that slave-holders offered an extravagant reward for Tubman, one must believe that they knew of her, knew that she was taking slaves, and attributed their losses specifically to her. There is no evidence to support any of those notions, and the notions don’t even make sense.
How would slave-owners know whether their slaves were being spirited away by Tubman, or were being taken by some other individual or individuals, or were simply fleeing by themselves?