Saturday, August 5, 2017

Literally Hitler Mini-Me Goes to Summer Camp: Stephen Miller and The Root-Beer Hall Putsch

Hello, Mudder, Hello Fodder, Here I Am at Camp Reporter

AoS: " CNN: Chris Moody, who identifies xis gender as a CNN reporter... relaying this important report from youth summer camp:
Stephen Miller and I went to same summer camp. He had an outburst. Flipped a table. Now he's in the White House
Then he links his breathless account of what I will call The Summer Camp Incident.".......

I think you want Camp Estrogen, Chris--the girls' camp a little farther up the lake.

In his first break as a cub reporter, Chris Moody saves two other campers from a marauding bear by hiding between them. "Yes, it was at Camp Reporter where I first learned to heroically Speak Truth to Power."
Camp Granada-UPDATE: At the heart of Chris Moody's thrilling Pulitzer-bait Summer Camp Exposé is the exchange between Acosta and Miller over the Acosta administration's policy on Open Borders and the Absolute Moral and Binding Legal Authority contained in "The New Colossus".

As Mark Steyn points out, the Statue is called "Liberty Enlightening the World", holding a "1776" tablet. The Lazarus poem essentially reverses that, saying that the World (mass migration) Enlightens Liberty (America)--even as we see mass migrations snuffing out the lights of liberty across the globe.

But since Pres. Acosta thinks period poetry should be taken as writ, we recommend Kipling:

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race,
I make my proper prostrations to the Gods of the Market Place.
Peering through reverent fingers I watch them flourish and fall,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings, I notice, outlast them all.
We were living in trees when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That Water would certainly wet us, as Fire would certainly burn:
But we found them lacking in Uplift, Vision and Breadth of Mind,
So we left them to teach the Gorillas while we followed the March of Mankind.
We moved as the Spirit listed. They never altered their pace,
Being neither cloud nor wind-borne like the Gods of the Market Place;
But they always caught up with our progress, and presently word would come
That a tribe had been wiped off its icefield, or the lights had gone out in Rome.
With the Hopes that our World is built on they were utterly out of touch,
They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch;
They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings;
So we worshipped the Gods of the Market Who promised these beautiful things.
When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promised perpetual peace.
They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease.
But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "Stick to the Devil you know."
On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promised the Fuller Life
(Which started by loving our neighbour and ended by loving his wife)
Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "The Wages of Sin is Death."
In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all,
By robbing selected Peter to pay for collective Paul;
But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
 And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: "If you don't work you die."
Then the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tongued wizards withdrew
And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to believe it was true
That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four —
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more.
As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man —
There are only four things certain since Social Progress began: —
That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire;
And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins
When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins,
As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

"Sorry, this beach is closed--except for government employees and foreign nationals. By Order of Emma Lazarus."
Ben Shapiro‏:
In the Left's America, Emma Lazarus' poem on the Statue of Liberty is to be read literally as law, but the Constitution is vague poetry.

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