It’s Time To Admit We Were Robbed

-by Bill Watkins 3/20/2017

In 1938 my grandmother, Louise Ward Watkins, became the first female Californian to run for United States Senate.

We are so proud of her for that.

Definite liberal, right?

Heck no, she couldn’t have been more conservative, more anti-bureaucracy, more anti-communist.  I’ll give her “pro-immigrant,” though, especially involved with Japanese-American rights and culture.

So, I should have grown up a decent feminist, right?  Pro-women, go get ‘em, ladies!?

Sorry.  I grew up a little rootless, a little belligerent, chauvinist, started drinking alcohol young right next to worthless sports playing.

When I got sober, though, I found the feminist within, found pride in ladies’ achievements.  In fact, looking back on my recovery process, where can I look without a female person being there to help me?

My sister inspired our whole family to engage in recovery.  My mother and sister received me in their homes, so I could rest between twelve-step meetings.

The Al-Anon meetings I attended were more and more female-heavy, until I looked around at a meeting in La Canada, California before sitting down one day, raised my hand humbly to ask the group:

“Is this a women’s meeting?”

They said no, pulled out a chair for me, saw me through great realizations and self-discovery, and were the first audience in my little comedy career.  We laughed, cried, and grew up together, and I am grateful to those extended mothers and sisters, who made me a better person, one day at a time.

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And then there was Hillary.

Proud, pretty, active, smart, and Presidential.

I criticize, as my grandmother would, or her son, my father—the Democrat platform of over-spending on domestic programs.

I question the Democrats’ counterparts, the war-heavy and over-spending Republicans with respect to “national security.”

I question both parties when they exclude talk of “God” or Higher Power, then PLAY GOD, supposing humans are so great, deceiving voters into thinking people great.  We spend and spend—even money we don’t have, to prove we are great, but fail in the end—succeeding only in piling up a massive debt.

Our national sins blare while we vote on Native American blood, on un-retributed Slavery, on JFK’s blood, while covert CIA washes their hands again and again, tweeting their ability to “accomplish what others cannot accomplish and go where others cannot go.”

We killed Kennedy, covered it up—call Jack’s blood “classified,” then carry on like a murderer who picks up a check, signing it over to charity with a smile.

I am crying, some would say about the past—whining, but all for the purpose of salvaging:

Righteousness.  Truth.  Exposing cheaters, thieves and crooks.

We need to welcome back Native America, to honor our old treaties with them, to create a Trail of Cheers for Cherokees back to their land.

Offer Seats in every congress or city council to Native Americans.  They, not us, should lead this country to what it could be.

We need to pay our debts, including to African Slave descendants, to allow those people to travel back to native lands—decide if really, this is their country, or perhaps a better one is behind them, the one from which they were so brutally stripped years ago.

Land of origin is important.  God gives all people land.  My people left England for reasons unknown to me, but my guess is for fame and riches—as the Watkins side were on the “Jamestown” expedition of 1607.

Armor, conquering, and “naming” lands already inhabited.  Racism.  Ethnocentrism.

Well… before I remove myself back to England, I stand for the issues already mentioned, and for Hillary:

Hillary, who was of two candidates for the presidency in 2016, the only presidential, appropriately acting one.

Hillary—who was robbed, not necessarily on election day!!! No.  BUT I AM HEREBY SICK OF THE SCARED PEOPLE WHO REFUSE TO ADMIT THE TRUTH OF WHAT THE RUSSIAN HACK DID TO HILLARY CLINTON’S CAMPAIGN.

HOW ANY INTERFERENCE AFFECTS VOTES!!

Example:

I love Bernie Sanders.  He’s my guy.  Whoops!!  He lost to Hillary.  Wait, some say Bernie was robbed of the nomination.  Hmm…

Look at those Hillary emails LEAKED BY WIKILEAKS.  Hmm.

She’s being investigated by the FBI?

Wow, I think I’ll vote for Trump.

How can any objective person NOT THINK AN ELECTION RESULT IS AFFECTED BY INTERFERENCE?  FAKE NEWS?  ESPIONAGE?  LEAKED PERSONAL EMAILS?

Stop cowering, Hillary supporters.  Stop the shyness, reporters.  And stop the insanity, Republicans, before you become accessories to treason.

Let’s eye this for what it is:

The Democratic candidate for president in the 2016 election DID NOT GET A FAIR SHOT AT THE POSITION BECAUSE OF A RUSSIAN-LED HACK AND DISINFORMATION OPERATION.

The vote is moot, the vote should not count.

Say it. Say it again:

Hillary got robbed.

Of what possession?  The chance for a fair election.

Now, historically, we are not a fair nation—based on the sins aforementioned in this article.

The Clinton robbery is for me a fourth major sin.

Natives, Slavery Retribution, Truth for JFK, and may we now GIVE HILLARY THE SPOT SHE DESERVES.

I say to all parties involved, but specifically to Hillary/Obama-haters:

I feel your pain.  Those Democrats SPEND TOO DANG MUCH!!  They are too loose on immigration policy and on enforcing law!!!

I’ll help you, if you help us.  Let’s do better, spend less, pay our bills, and put an experienced, proper, presidential person in the White House.

Hate is a terrible paradigm for decision-making.  Discard it now, admit that hate blinded us to obvious moral questions regarding the suspect Republican candidate for president in 2016—the current usurper.

Clinton was such a strong candidate, and the prospect of Obama “Part Two” was so hard to even consider for opponents, so:

Republicans went with a shady strong man to bully his way to the once-respectable and most revered American leadership post.

Washington, Adams, Lincoln, FDR, JFK, Reagan, Bush… and now an apparent crook, who clearly benefited from Russian interference.

Don’t allow this.  Stand up, and let’s right our wrongs—even if it takes you, like me, toward removal from Native American land.