SAFEHOUSES AND SNOWFLAKES

CHARLES HURST

AUTHOR OF THE SECOND FALL and THE MONTERIANS

Website: theconservativeauthor.com

SAFEHOUSES AND SNOWFLAKES

Remember the days when most people were strong? Most, that is. Yes, there
were always the few whiners who in the long lost time of yesteryear we
handled by simply ignoring or told them to shut up. And when they went
seeking sympathy elsewhere they would largely be told the same. Because
most of us in those days had reason, sense and the innate understanding
that the school of life had many extracurriculars that were full contact on
and off the playground. Life wasn’t fair and we got that.

So it astounds me how it seems we are exponentially losing more muscle mass
with every passing year. Just when I think we couldn’t possibly make a fool of
ourselves in front of the world with our new pajamas, ring ring bikes and nighty
night tea we have yet one up’d ourselves again in the land of panty waste
wimpville where over half of our voting population now resides. The half who
had to establish safehouses for their college intellects when they didn’t get their
participation trophies in the 2016 election.

The safehouse. Golly gee. What a wonderful idea, Professor. To insulate the
poor, prepaid student off daddy’s ticket so he won’t feel the sting of losing.
The padded walls which will substitute the classrooms’  that will absorb any
discomfort he may feel.

Then I thought about it. Why sure, a safehouse. Maybe that is a brilliant idea.
Think of all the turbulent times in history which could have been avoided if
only we had had the safehouse to run into. Filled with blankets, hugs and
glee.

Think about it. When Christopher Columbus’ men were dying from scurvy
and thought themselves lost at sea–if only they had the safehouse to go to.
Would have cleared everything right up and pointed their vessels to our shore.

Or the first pioneers’ winter. My but what could have helped more than a
safehouse filled with pop tarts and yummy cookies.

Later on there was Valley Forge. How much better the soldiers could have
endured the freezing temperatures with no supplies as they fought to
establish our nation if they had had the warm safehouse with hot chocolate
and two marshmallows each.

Not to mention The Alamo–where we wouldn’t have lost every fighting soldier
if we could have just taken a timeout in the safehouse.

Then there was that little thing called the Civil War. Wouldn’t have ever
happened if that safehouse had been erected on the Mason Dixon line.

How much easier the trenches would have been to slog through in WW I
if they could have exited to the safehouse sitting on the horizon.

The Great Depression wouldn’t have occurred at all if instead of the charity
banks for food we had had the safehouse instead.

We could have kept the sand out of our boots when we stormed Normandy
if we had launched the campaign from the safehouse instead of the
landing crafts.

I’m sure that first winter in Korea for our men would have been easier and
safer if the Generals had thought to establish the safehouse to run to
for cover from the cold and bullets.

And I wonder if all the POWs in Vietnam who ended up in the Hanoi Hotel
knew they could have avoided it if they had just stopped in the safehouse?

And in 9-11-01 did they forget to mention the safehouse to run to for those
three thousand who died after the terrorist planes struck?

And my own college experience of having no money and the anxiety of even
knowing if I would make it through. How much easier it would have been if
I had only known in the nineties where the safehouse was located.

SNOWFLAKES–Life is hard. Someone should have told you that from the one
dysfunctional parent who stayed from the cross stick of Generation X. Your
electoral candidate didn’t win. We all got tired of the snow. You want to make
it better for yourself? Instead of being a milquetoast who cries in the self
constructed padded room next to Pajama Boy—try making something of
yourself. You’ll find if you do you won’t need a safehouse at all.

OTHER WORKS BY CHARLES HURST

 THE SECOND FALL: Charles Hurst’s prophetic novel of the collapse of America in the
midst of Christ’s return. A dire prediction of failed Progressive thought takes form in
modern interpretation of classic prophecy. Christ, his new apostles and Lucifer collide
as the world descends into chaos. A riveting story of not only the Apocalypse but a
philosophical exploration of morality and the erosion of it in our world today.

Available in Kindle/Nook as well (2.99).

THE MONTERIANS: Jack Strickland, a once enlisted sailor and now of recent wealth,
struggles in his new environment in elitist Monterey. Although initially accepted into
the arms of the locals, he soon finds his soul torn between the values of his youth and
the Progressive thought which suddenly surrounds him. A novel of the pretension of
society’s elite and the silver daggers which hang above their heads as one man battles
to maintain his morality among them.

Available in Kindle/Nook as well (2.99).

RADIO INTERVIEWS WITH CHARLES HURST

Southern Sense.” http://www.blogtalkradio.com/southern-sense/2014/11/11/defending-the-republic-therunningwolf-charles-hurst
Defending the Republic with Annie “The Radio Chic.”
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/southernsense/2016/04/05/islamophobia-or-reality-the-second-fall-author-charles-hurst-is-our-guest

The Shrew.” http://www.blogtalkradio.com/freedom/2014/03/15/the-shrew
 Anna, Pat and Tim swinging weekly for conservative thought from New York.

Is There No Way Out?” Conservative hard talk with “Noway90″ at http://www.blogtalkradio.com/reactionariez/2014/03/29/is-there-noway-out-03-29-2014

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Charles Hurst spent his early youth in the quiet town of Aurora, Indiana where the passion for nature was ingrained in him at a tender age. Like most boys of small towns he spent his summer days walking along creek beds, hunting elusive treasure and roaming the hills and woods.

In 1999 he graduated from Indiana University with a B.S. in Physical Therapy. Other
occupations have included mover,dishwasher, warehouse worker, soldier, bouncer,
bartender, claims processor, security contractor and correctional officer. A
self-proclaimed gypsy, he has traveled the country and world, including long
departures into the wilderness, which he considers his true home. Mr. Hurst, author
of THE SECOND FALL and THE MONTERIANS, is also a Turning Point U.S.A. periodic
contributing columnist. He resides between the Northwest and Alaska.

 

 

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