You are watching Dixievision 2. Your window into the most open government on the North American continent. Tomorrow, Monday February 11, 2013 marks the beginning in the exercise of the Godly right of a free people to engage in a free vote. Likely candidates for President declare their intention to seek the office. Throughout the day on Dixievision 2 and all Dixievision News programming will have coverage of the varied announcements, including a special address Monday night at 8 Eastern, 7 Western by our President, Newton Gingrich who will formally issue his declaration to seek another term as President of the Confederate States of America.
A home in Plains, Georgia CSA 6:55am -- Sunday February 10, 2013
The old man wakes up every morning around 5:30. He awakens and walks around his lawn and a few around his block in this small Georgia town.
Then he comes home, makes some toast and tea and reads and studies the Good Book.
Then he comes home, makes some toast and tea and reads and studies the Good Book.
He's aware, but unbowed by how he is perceived. Unbowed toward the men in the car down the street who monitor him. Unbowed towards the neighbors and some townspeople who shy away when they see him.
Unbowed by the ankle bracelet that monitors him electronically.
and unbowed the memories of what was...
He was a young man in the CS Naval Infantry in 1948. A twenty-four-year-old ensign who was studying to be an engineer at Georgia Tech and doing time in the Georgia Home Guard.
His unit was called help with a special mission just across the border in Chattanooga..
That was Saturday May 1, 1948..
"Our Confederate land is based on the concept of State's Rights, for each area of our free Christian land knows their area better than Richmond does, so why should Richmond poke its nose federally into every corner of your life? It shouldn't, and will not as long as the Lord grants me the power and strength to lead this land."
"Now there are those in the other nations of this continent who feel that our certain policies in regards to our colored populations and our policies. Let me tell the misguided miscengenists in the North and the West one thing. You will NEVER crucify our sovereign Christian land on a black cross of miscengenation. Our segregation works for our culture. It is better for white and better for black."
"DAMN WHITE DEBBIL!"
--CRACK---
Many gunshots fire in response. Troops tackle and cover the man at the podium.
The young Georgian looked down at the black body. He was bleeding. He was dying. A desperate act of a desperate man.
From that day on, Jim Crow turned to dark genocide.
It was the age of the purges. The old man's eyes closed again.
"President Stassen if you believe that you or that bespectacled darkie in Omaha can dictate to free white men the course of their sovereign destiny, then you can go to hell!"
He was 33, and a researcher at Georgia Tech, when he was called back to the colors. He was a platoon leader/reserve officer sending younger cocksure football-playin' southern boys into hell.
A hot hell in some God-forsaken place called "Oklahoma". It was 1958.
"Jesus...Jesus Platoon Leader...They are everywhere...."
"MAMAAAAAAAAAAA!"
"NO, PLEASE NOT MY LEG!!!!!!!! PROMISE ME YOU WON'T CUT MY LEG!"
"Lord have mercy! I saw my buddy...and then I saw his head explode!"
"LORD! LORD! LORD! WHY!!!!"
The Old man's brain showed more snapshots of his life.
"Thanks to the men in this room, those Godless men..Humphrey...Rayburn...Brown...Lodge...They'll know that next time, we can burn them in hellfire."
"Today... June 20, 1963...The Confederate States of America have successfully tested and exploded a uranium bomb in a CSA territory in the South Atlantic. We do not do this thing to intimidate or threaten, but to warn...Warn those who wish us ill and bring aggression to our door, that our free people will only submit to Almighty God and never to the whim of man.
The old man was changed young man then. He saw the winds blowing.
King. Abernathy. Young. He knew them. He saw them preach back home. He saw them flee.
And then he saw their seeds.
"WE ARE NOT 'RESIDENTS'. WE ARE NOT SLAVES. WE WILL NOT ACCEPT OUR SLAUGHTER. NEVER!"
Police stations across the country were bombed in a coordinated attack. A party of black terrorist known as the Southern Black Fist have claimed responsibility.
"Because of the status of my health. I will resign the presidency effective noon today, but I have the full faith and confidence that by the decision of the special constitutional convention, Foreign Minister Jesse Helms, a Godly North Carolinian who loves his nation,and his people, will continue our march to our destiny as a Strong, God-Fearing, White, Christian Bulwark in a sinful world."
"Hello, I'm James Earl Carter...and I'm running for President.
Why? Because our country has drifted into malaise and militarism. We have armed ourselves with weapons, but drained our national will. We have built a strong military muscle, but a atrophied morality which has spawned an atrophied economy. We've built a warrior class to mask the growth of an underclass, and mask our own sin that the rest of the world can see but us.
Look around the world. Peace is in bloom. Economies are on the march. Technologies are being created. A new hopeful future for man is at hand. Jesse Helms represent stagnation of longing for a past than needs to stay past.
I seek a future were the Confederate States truly lives out our slogans. Truly strives for our sayings, and a truly strong, moral, Godly, in deeds done for all who live here.
That is why I'm running for President."
Dixievision Election Report at this hour shows Jesse Helms has carried the state of Mississippi, and with it the Presidency. There have been reports of some voting inconsistencies.
RAYCOM Independent \ News is receiving reports from many districts in Mississippi and Arkansas showing signs of voting fraud on the part of the Confederate Democrats...According to our numbers Carter has significant leads in both states and that if the trends continue Georgia's Governor James Earl Carter Jr. will end 30 years of Confederate Democrat Domination of Gwinnett Gray House and become the 3rd President of the Confederate States of America. Carter, the Reform Radical Liberal Candidate, is running on a platform of widespread structural and societal change...
William Hamilton Jordan, you have been found guilty of crimes of the crimes of miscegenation, treason, violations of communication morality statues, sexual promiscuity, conspiracy to engage in pornography, and incitement to overthrow the lawful Godly government of the Confederate States of America...Your sentence will be death by electrocution...
"Goddamn you, your courts, and this mockery of legal process! The real traitors sit high in Atlanta! Bastards laughing at all you dumb ass crackers here. People of the Confederacy, these bastards stole your democracy from you in most naked manner possible! Jesse Helms, That false preacher Reverend Doctor Jerry Falwell, and the Security Apparatus have sold our country into a vulgar white slavery. May God Have Mercy on the Confederate People!...Don't forgive these wicked men, Heavenly Father. They know what they done. LONG LIVE JAMES EARL CARTER, THE REAL PRESIDENT!!!
-- switch! ---
This day.. April 12, 1979...The traitorous terrorist William Hamilton Jordan was executed in a public ceremony at the Federal Correctional Gulag at Talladega, Alabama..."
Philadelphia Symphony Hall -- Philadelphia, Pennsylvania IRNA -- Friday February 9, 2013
Bruce Hornsby. Confederate ex-pat. Music man. Conductor of one of the best orchestras in North America. Philadelphia Symphony under his leadership has gone from second-tier to avant-garde.
But Hornsby, proud Virginian, aches for home.
"I want to take a little break tonight," Hornsby said. "You know I like to sing and record a little bit. I wanna thank all my fans for buying my records and now CDs and downloading things here and there."
"I love the IRNA. I made a home here, but I am and always will be a Virginian at heart. I love Virginia, but I loathe the national system that I once lived under and once served in the Confederate Navy.
On Monday down there, they were begin their election campaigns. The shams that they are. In honor of that. I have written a song...To quote Nina Simone. 'It's a show tune, but the show hasn't been written for it, yet.'
Back yonder.
May Day '48.
A desperate black man met his fate.
Blown away to Kingdom Come.
Crosshairs on Father Strom.
May Day '48.
A desperate black man met his fate.
Blown away to Kingdom Come.
Crosshairs on Father Strom.
Taste of vengeance very strong . Blacks learned the word "POGROM"
Residents in the CSA. Herded up and taken away.
Blacks protested. Marched for peace. Free nations gave no relief.
Blacks met with endless grief. Dewey didn't care in the least.
Thank you God for Omaha. Brother Malcolm knew what's wrong is wrong.
Will you walk Freedom's Road?
Will you blaze Freedom's Trail?
What stories we will tell?
Of innocence in a living hell!
Stassen-Thurmond, fist balled in hate.
Line up for the Battle of '58.
Blacks on the freedom train. White troops shooting them in vain
All colors of the Plains, met a nation gone insane.
California, HERE THEY COME
North Americans together, THE WAR IS DONE.
Papa Strom calls for retreat. Modern day greys falls to defeat.
The price was high, strange fruit swinging, more death to blacks we're still bringing.
KKK to CSS, Dr. King would never get a day of rest.
Martin. Ralph. Bayard. Fidel.
Black Fist fires shotgun shells
Sabotage the roads and rails. They make a mean Molotov Cocktail.
HOTTY. TOTTY. GOSH ALMIGHTY!
WHO THE HELL IS 18?
WE THOUGHT YOU WERE RIGHT AND CLEAN.
BEST QUARTERBACK TO TAKE A SNAP!
Archie ran to Orleans, and never came back.
Erase his name. Erase his life.
Hunt the traitor. Hunt his wife.
CSS will find you friend.
Put a dissident on the business end.
My name is Jimmy. Yes, my name is Jimmy.
I seek to make correction. Wanna make a new direction.
We built the army and built the bomb. But we're stuck back yonder with Father Strom.
Our arms rise, but our harvest drops.
While Plains make planes and record crops.
Texas awash with money and black gold.
California eyes the stars as the moon unfold.
North America at peace and going bold.
And the CSA, alone left in cold.
But Jesse keeps us in the freeze.
Forget how much the people beg and plead.
The people voted for change. Votes counted? More of the same.
Confederate Democrats applaud. They pulled off a master fraud.
Reverend Jimmy cried foul, and Atlanta became Moscow.
The silenced all opposition. To maintain their position.
Dissent meet their derision. They'd upheld their decision
Thirty-five years its been. Since their master fix was in.
Every six years it comes down. It's the show, send in the clowns.
Hurricane. Dollywood. TobyMac.
Is there a way to get my southern home back?
From Trent and Newt who took the loot.
Took your rights and your job to boot.
Can't blame the blacks for the lack of jobs
For the working whites treated like slobs.
For the life that's gotten hard. For your son the border guard.
For the preachers taking cash. CSS searching through your trash
For all the mess Felicity sent.
What Putin's friendship meant
And John Lewis is making sense.
Welcome to our Winter Of Discontent.
-- "Winter Of Discontent", written by Bruce Hornsby (2013)
Residents in the CSA. Herded up and taken away.
Blacks protested. Marched for peace. Free nations gave no relief.
Blacks met with endless grief. Dewey didn't care in the least.
Thank you God for Omaha. Brother Malcolm knew what's wrong is wrong.
Will you walk Freedom's Road?
Will you blaze Freedom's Trail?
What stories we will tell?
Of innocence in a living hell!
Stassen-Thurmond, fist balled in hate.
Line up for the Battle of '58.
Blacks on the freedom train. White troops shooting them in vain
All colors of the Plains, met a nation gone insane.
California, HERE THEY COME
North Americans together, THE WAR IS DONE.
Papa Strom calls for retreat. Modern day greys falls to defeat.
The price was high, strange fruit swinging, more death to blacks we're still bringing.
KKK to CSS, Dr. King would never get a day of rest.
Martin. Ralph. Bayard. Fidel.
Black Fist fires shotgun shells
Sabotage the roads and rails. They make a mean Molotov Cocktail.
HOTTY. TOTTY. GOSH ALMIGHTY!
WHO THE HELL IS 18?
WE THOUGHT YOU WERE RIGHT AND CLEAN.
BEST QUARTERBACK TO TAKE A SNAP!
Archie ran to Orleans, and never came back.
Erase his name. Erase his life.
Hunt the traitor. Hunt his wife.
CSS will find you friend.
Put a dissident on the business end.
My name is Jimmy. Yes, my name is Jimmy.
I seek to make correction. Wanna make a new direction.
We built the army and built the bomb. But we're stuck back yonder with Father Strom.
Our arms rise, but our harvest drops.
While Plains make planes and record crops.
Texas awash with money and black gold.
California eyes the stars as the moon unfold.
North America at peace and going bold.
And the CSA, alone left in cold.
But Jesse keeps us in the freeze.
Forget how much the people beg and plead.
The people voted for change. Votes counted? More of the same.
Confederate Democrats applaud. They pulled off a master fraud.
Reverend Jimmy cried foul, and Atlanta became Moscow.
The silenced all opposition. To maintain their position.
Dissent meet their derision. They'd upheld their decision
Thirty-five years its been. Since their master fix was in.
Every six years it comes down. It's the show, send in the clowns.
Hurricane. Dollywood. TobyMac.
Is there a way to get my southern home back?
From Trent and Newt who took the loot.
Took your rights and your job to boot.
Can't blame the blacks for the lack of jobs
For the working whites treated like slobs.
For the life that's gotten hard. For your son the border guard.
For the preachers taking cash. CSS searching through your trash
For all the mess Felicity sent.
What Putin's friendship meant
And John Lewis is making sense.
Welcome to our Winter Of Discontent.
-- "Winter Of Discontent", written by Bruce Hornsby (2013)
Welcome to a new tale of a Divided North America
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