Stolen Words: Pot/Rainbow

I was the last to realize that today the POT AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW is Justin Trudeau’s Acapulco GOLD {marijuana}.  Sad to realize how the meaning of any innocent and beautiful word can been atrocitized.

We taught our children to dream of treasure every time they saw a rainbow, and that precious gold came in coins and bars.  The word thieves cackle as they corrupt our innocent children, but those of us who know that the real meaning of words is sacred will have the last laugh.

Go ahead and burn our dictionaries to wash your hands of the ancient meaning of a word like “marriage”, but just remember that the contract that binds you to your own partners is also written in WORDS.  All contracts are written in words.  The U.S. Constitution is written in words and words are now negotiable as to meaning in your wonderful world.

So U. S. President Obama ignores the words in the sacred Constitution and you think it’s amusing.  Sorry my friends. Words do have meanings and this will always be sacred.

“First there was the word, and the word was with GOD”

War of Words: Niger

Now that blacks are in charge in the U.S. they have ordered us to stop using words that offend them.  Never mind that they are using the white man’s English instead of the languages of their homeland, Africa.

Many American blacks have ancestors who came from Nigeria, Niger or other African countries in the region of the Niger River, so they once called themselves nigers.

Now, blacks say no to whites using our language to describe them as nigers.  Their word.  So books by Mark Twain are heading for the dumpster all across America to satisfy the ego of President Obama.

It’s OK with me as long as blacks are willing to stop using the white man’s English language.  They could start by trashing stolen English names like Martin Luther King, Michael Jackson and especially the humiliating O.J. Simpson.

Anybody can change his/her name.  Barack Obama and Muhammad Ali sold out their American names in favor of terrorist handles.  Anybody can do it.

Personally, I liked it better in the days when Barry was smoking up at the white man’s most prestigious universities and Rodney King blurted out “Can’t we all just get along?”