This is a mighty painting. the horse looks White but has a light brown wig and tail. He has a matching buckle to his master, Robert, who poses with his hat off. I like his White beard, but only those. We need to see our White features or why save ourselves. I have a Mrs. General Lee costume, I asked one of John DuNugent’s supporters to wear. I let him live with me as a boarder for five months to get him back on his feet. I accepted very little mone, but he wasn’t there all the time since he was an over the road trucker.
Southern Rock Stars, Lynryd Skynyrd’s, opened a restaurant for me at the Excalibur Las Vegas. The one that looks like a DisneyWorld castle. It was amazing since I had just finished my first of six Scarlett O’Hara Gowns. British Vivien Leigh played her starring role. Jew David Selznick, producer, in real drove her to a nervous breakdown, and when she somewhat recovered, cast her as a crazy woman who ends up in an insane asylum!
I used to have someone from the karaoke audience hold the Confederate Flag for me when I performed. The last time I had an Italian immigrant hold it, I was singing at Gilly’s on the Strip, a country and western place. I was belting out a tribute to Elvis’ relatives, who were all Confederates. But as I reached the ending potent pitch I felt as if I were singing my heart out to God for the South’s recognition. Suddenly, a Jewess manager, Goldsmith on her badge, ran up to the stage and tried to rip the flag out of the man’s hands. He fought and said, “No, she wants me to hold it.” A rare occasion when the man has stood up for me. Afterward, the Jewess waited and lectured me. She wanted me to apologize to four men who she brought up to the entire audience. I refused. I told her “she” should apologize to the Italian man and his large party who were spending a year’s fortune at their place, drinking, eating, gambling. It was two days later, I went to perform at the Jew-owned Mandalay Bay, when a strange person, like a transvestite ran up to me as I stood in my Princess Diana karaoke wedding gown, and viciously beat me on my back and spine. Jewish audience entertainment! Especially, since I had published on Jew Facebook and my blog I finally had the money to publish my autobiography. I was beaten, beaten, crippled, and silenced in Jew-run Las Vegas since the stole it from the Italians. At the same time, the Jews must have shut down the Lynyrd Skynyrd restaurant, BBQ and Beer. Bankrupted! It used to have all the different states of the Confederate Flags on the ceiling and a huge one at the back of the wall similar to the one I carried with Hank Williams’ Jr. picture on it. Theirs had the four heads of the group.
Most Whites aren’t white but a pinkish. I wept when I sent this picture to someone since I’ve always uplifted and even saved many White mens’ lives. The horse, Traveller, is looking right into the camera. He’s not shy. Said to be the greatest horse hero of the White Civil War. Jews and Blacks won, Whites lost.
I listened to all 7 Book CD’s about General Lee and his leadership on my way to the “No More Wars for Israel” 2007 conference, from Vegas to Irvine, California. First death attempt on my life. My Dodge engine blew up on the way, a Barstow Palestinian garage rescued, helped me get a car, and fixed it for $1,800, which I think was a bargain. Marriot shut the conference down, but the Greek church rescued. I’m an accomplished portrait artist who majored in European White Impressionism. I’ve also done portraits of fine horses at a nearby Bible and horseback riding family camp and either sold them or donated them with the frames.
Today’s other blog was on the General Lee statue where the infamous first-ever Unite the Right Rally was held in Charlottesville, Virginia. Jew mayor, Black vice-mayor, newly elected Black chief of police. In my 18 years of study, or in my life, I’ve never heard of a White rally, let alone one to compare to the 1,000,000 man march by Blacks on our capital of Washington D.C. I wonder how those men and women felt in our Congress. Democrat President, who also had the most Jewish on staff, Bill Clinton, was in office. Who will allow 1,000,000 or even 100,000,000 Whites to march since our population is higher and we need ‘equal’ representation using mathematical proportions?
From Jewish Wikipedia, which is all Whites have to find information, White General Robert E. Lee’s horse, Traveller.
Traveller (1857–1871) was Confederate General Robert E. Lee‘s most famous horse during the American Civil War. He was a grey American Saddlebred of 16 hands (64 inches, 163 cm), notable for speed, strength and courage in combat. Lee acquired him in February 1862, and rode him in many battles. Traveller outlived Lee by only a few months, and had to be shot when he contracted untreatable tetanus.
Traveller, sired by notable racehorse Grey Eagle and originally named Jeff Davis, (name of Confederate President.)
” . . . was greatly admired in camp for his rapid, springy walk, his high spirit, bold carriage, and muscular strength. He needed neither whip nor spur, and would walk his five or six miles an hour over the rough mountain roads of Western Virginia with his rider sitting firmly in the saddle and holding him in check by a tight rein, such vim and eagerness did he manifest to go right ahead so soon as he was mounted.— Major Thomas L. Broun (Perhaps related to Adolf Hitler’s wife, Eva Braun.)
Our White men and women should have those same qualities yet maintain our human and spiritual self-hood.
Lee described his horse in a letter in response to his wife’s cousin, Markie Williams, who wished to paint a portrait of Traveller:
If I was an artist like you, I would draw a true picture of Traveller; representing his fine proportions, muscular figure, deep chest, short back, strong haunches, flat legs, small head, broad forehead, delicate ears, quick eye, small feet, and black mane and tail. Such a picture would inspire a poet, whose genius could then depict his worth, and describe his endurance of toil, hunger, thirst, heat and cold; and the dangers and suffering through which he has passed. He could dilate upon his sagacity and affection, and his invariable response to every wish of his rider. He might even imagine his thoughts through the long night-marches and days of the battle through which he has passed. But I am no artist Markie, and can therefore only say he is a Confederate gray.— Robert E. Lee, letter to Markie Williams
Traveller was a horse of great stamina and was usually a good horse for an officer in battle because he was difficult to frighten. He could sometimes become nervous and spirited, however. At the Second Battle of Bull Run, while General Lee was at the front reconnoitering, dismounted and holding Traveller by the bridle, the horse became frightened at some movement of the enemy and, plunging, pulled Lee down on a stump, breaking both of his hands. Lee went through the remainder of that campaign chiefly in an ambulance. When he rode on horseback, a courier rode in front leading his horse.
From my metaphysical research, for the horse to be scared by the enemy, is the mental field the enemy exudes that affect even horses and animals.
Autobiographically speaking, I had a mysterious episode in my life regarding horses. About 2010, I had developed quite an organic homestead in Las Vegas. I wanted to obtain horse manure (liquid gold) from a corral way across town by the other side of the mountains. I got permission, but when I got there, not a soul could be found to find out what to do. Only a group of horses at the far end away from me. I had my box and shovel (I was going to make manure tea for my plants, no, not for visitors, LOL). I stood still. I then talked silently to the horses far away. “Does anyone know where the manure is?” I kept rigid as a poker stick. Suddenly, two horses gaited over to the fence. I petted them right above the center of their eyes. I knew dogs liked that. Animals love me even though, some, like the Jews, hate me. I’ve always loved, loved, loved. Slowly, step by step, the two horses who had come from the back right, began to walk toward the left. I tiptoed around the fence to follow them. They got ahead and stopped. When I got there, I saw a big pile of manure hidden away from view. I thanked them silently. Then the two male horses let out their penis out of their sack at the same time! I was embarrassed and they only smiled. They meant no harm and me no fear, but I suppose it’s one way horses communicate. I’m celibate so I feel free to talk about it among Whites.
Traveller in verse
And now at last,Comes Traveller and his master.
Look at them well.The horse is an iron-grey, sixteen hands high,
Short back, deep chest, strong haunch, flat legs, small head, Delicate ear, quick eye, black mane and tail,Wise brain, obedient mouth.
Such horses are
The jewels of the horseman’s hands and thighs,
They go by the word and hardly need the rein.
They bred such horses in Virginia then,
Horses that were remembered after death
And buried not so far from Christian ground
That if their sleeping riders should arise
They could not witch them from the earth again
And ride a printless course along the grass
With the old manage and light ease of hand.—
Passage from John Brown’s Body, a poem by Stephen Vincent Benet[8]Their sleepless, bloodshot eyes were turned to me.
Their flags hung black against the pelting sky.
Their jests and curses echoed whisperingly,
As though from long-lost years of sorrow – Why,
You’re weeping! What, then? What more did you see?A gray man on a gray horse rode by.—
Passage from Traveller, a novel by Richard Adams
My niece, Kimmie Murphy, looks exactly like Bonnie Tyler. Her sister Jolene has owned horses near Chicago since a child and once had a little zoo of animals, including her collection of snakes. A non-White tried to rob her on the streets of Chicago, which is only 28% White. He grabbed her gold chain and drug her down the harsh pavement until it brooked. He got away, Scot-free, she was forced to move far from the Chicago good jobs.