Bill the Butcher

  From History Haven At 10 years old, she became the most feared child in Copper Bend—by 17, her name was spoken like a curse no one dared finish. August 3, 1874. Copper Bend—a mining camp that smelled like whiskey, dust, and unmarked graves—was not a place for children. But Tess Calder had never been anything close to a child. Her mother died when Tess was six. Her father, a gambler who owed more than he ever won, vanished two winters later. The town expected Tess to beg, starve, or disappear. She did none of those things. She took over her father’s tools, mended boots for miners, sharpened knives for cowboys who barely looked her way, and slept in an abandoned freight wagon behind the saloon. When drunk men kicked her out, she kicked back harder. When someone tried to pity her, she stared until they backed away. Tess didn’t ask. Tess didn’t cry. Tess survived. But Copper Bend had a rule: Nobody stayed untouched by the men who ran the ore carts. They controlled wages, bunkhouses, ...

  From History Haven She was sold by her stepfather, a man whose promises were as empty as the bottle he drank from every night. At just 15 years old, she had already learned more about survival than most people twice her age. Raised in a home where love had long since died, she had grown up watching her mother’s spirit wither under the weight of her husband’s cruelty. When her mother passed away, it was as if the last light had gone out, leaving her in the dark with a man whose intentions were as cold as the whiskey he constantly poured. Her stepfather had never cared for her. He saw her as little more than a burden, an unwanted reminder of a marriage he had never wanted to begin with. And now, with her mother gone, he had decided to rid himself of her altogether. The saloon owner needed girls. And her stepfather, desperate for money to feed his vices, was willing to sell her to the highest bidder. The saloon owner was a cruel man. He wore his power like a badge, walking into room...

   The Reverend Wilbur   Sarah Beckstrom was an American, on American soil guarding Americans and was killed by someone America extended a hand to and took in after his ignorant, out of control country, with a history of violence extending back thousands of years because some goat-herder said he saw a angel. She died with her family by her side! Sarah was protecting little boys and girls, homeless, tourists, LBGTQ’s Republicans, Democrats, and people protesting her very presence mere blocks from The White House. May God bless her and her family and damn the animal that shot her! Can it be any clearer, people? You picked Charlie’s bones clean and slandered his widow because she acted more like Dolley Madison and not Okra Windfrey! While you hated on the president, she held the watch. While you slept, she was vigilant, While your family gathered around an unpardoned turkey, her family gathered around her deathbed. While a picture of George Floyd hung in your living room, mo...

      Qu’ran 27:82 And when the decree ˹of the Hour˺ comes to pass against them, We will bring forth for them a beast from the earth   Revelation 13:4 And they worshipped the dragon which gave power unto the beast: and they worshipped the beast, saying, Who  is  like unto the beast? who is able to make war with him?   And all the scientists and all the wise men from every corner of the world gathered in a great congress to see what the epitome of the fruits of their labors had brought forth. And after much deliberation and serious consideration they identified the greatest computer ever devised. So close to human intelligence that it was virtually indistinguishable. And they marveled and they said, “Let us propose a question so profound that mankind has never devised a suitable answer. And after much discussion a scientist sat before the magnificent machine and entered the question agreed upon by the learned men. “Is there a God?” And the computer sile...

  Wilbur Witt hails from Austin Texas. He began writing in high school and has returned to it throughout his life, developing an unusual style of  detailed passages emphasized by local slang that reaches all levels of readers throughout the world. From political articles to books, he describes our world and situations from the vantage point of “A Simple Old Boy From Austin.” In his books he drills down on the human condition, bringing out hidden feelings in his readers as only someone who has “been there” can. With a life filled with countless ups and downs he has gone from the Streets of New York to the deserts of West Texas, finding inspiration in all he has experienced. He has said, “If you’re looking for dirt on me you’d better bring a dump truck because I’ve done it all! If there’s anything I’ve missed it’s only because nobody told me about it because if they had I’d have done that too!” 

      Social media is the opiate of the masses! Yeah yeah yeah, I ripped off Karl Marx. Screw that Kraut! Today, I read a detailed paper about the evidence of masturbation being so out of control that the Mormons, the flipping MORMONS come up with an app to help alleviate this problem. What an oxymormon! Is it a Bible app? Thou shalt not beatith thy meat? What is happening is folks inclined to such behavior are using AI (Here it come!) to “invent” their dream girl and then choke their monkey while Miss R2D2 does her thing. Meanwhile, sexual encounters between X’s and Y’s are becoming few and far between. Nothing between the sheets to see here, just move along. I’m not saying that AI, Social Media, and all the deviations thereof are a trick of the Devil but I will say that if he’s using them he owes somebody money because for all his bullshit, in over 2000 years since his debut the best he could come up with was a twelve year old girl with a cross up her ass! Cute kid, but...

  From  Iamjoshuajohnson This 1899 photo of a boy holding his sister's hand looked sweet—until restoration revealed the worst At first glance, it was just an 1899 photo: an 8-year-old boy gently holding his 5-year-old sister’s hand, two innocent faces, authentic Victorian clothing, the soft light of a memory. ❤️ A beautiful photo. A family moment. An innocent memory. BUT THAT’S JUST THE SURFACE. As the restorer scanned the dark area behind the two children, layer after layer of time dust was peeled away… and at that moment, he shuddered and backed away from the screen. In the darkness — where no one had ever seen — a man’s face slowly emerged. Not a machine error, not the light. It was a person standing right behind the two children, deliberately hiding behind the curtain. Then the hand. A rough, bony adult hand gripped the girl’s arm from outside the frame — hidden for more than 100 years, only revealed when the photo was restored. And when the focus was increased, the girl’s...

  Does it bother you that the government can’t do something that every housewife has to do on a monthly basis ie form a budget. And the government prints the money. It’s just numbers in a computer. There’s no gold in there anywhere. There’s not even a sack of marbles. So, while we’re all down here trying to add more water to the soup, the Yew Ninted States Congress can’t balance their checkbook and pay the rent on Yellowstone. And more than a few leave the service of the people quite wealthy. Is there something I missed? In the last era practically everything the government did missed the mark somewhere. How do you balance this out? Why, you starve the folks on the bottom of the barrel. If that don’t work cut the retirement that people worked for all their lives and when they start getting nickels on the dollars back rob it and cut them back. Gotta feed them Mexicans don’t you know? And the distractions! Al Green is gonna impeach the president again! AOC is running for president. S...

  From History Teller Lithuania, 1941 In the forests of Ponary, where the earth had already swallowed thousands, a young Jewish woman was ordered to dig her own grave. The soldiers watched as her trembling hands carved at the dirt, the cold soil gathering beneath her fingernails. She moved slowly—not out of defiance, but because she was exhausted, starved, and barely able to lift the shovel. The pit they demanded wasn’t deep. It didn’t need to be. At Ponary, graves waited for bodies, not the other way around. When they told her to step inside, she didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. Instead, she knelt, reached down, and touched the loose earth she had turned. Then she bowed her head and pressed her lips to the soil. Witnesses later recalled the moment: a gesture so quiet that even the executioners hesitated. In a voice soft enough to be mistaken for breath, she whispered, “Mama, I’m coming.” It wasn’t surrender—it was farewell, a final act of love carried on the last seconds of her life. A...

  From Glamorous Narratives  The Macabre Case of the Twins Who Married Each Other and Created Their Own Dynasty (Oregon, 1903) In the remote mountains of Oregon, where trees grow so dense they block sunlight even at midday, there exists a place that locals avoid mentioning. Crater Lake in 1903 was a community of only 300 souls, surviving on timber extraction and hunting.  It was a place where secrets could be buried as deeply as the roots of century old sequoas. The legend I'm about to tell was born in these wild lands where isolation transformed ordinary people into something very different. It's one of the most disturbing stories I've ever heard about the limits of human nature, about how far a family can go to protect their darkest secrets.  On an isolated property 15 miles from the nearest town, two twin siblings made a decision that would shock any civilized person. But what was discovered years later hidden in the dark corners of their home would reveal that so...

  Texas just put parental rights on steroid mode with a new law, and the pronoun crowd is having a full-on meltdown because teachers can’t secretly call kids by fantasy names anymore. 🤭📜 The state basically said: “No more helping little kids socially transition behind Mom and Dad’s back.” If it’s not the name on the birth certificate, you don’t get to use it at school unless the parents sign off. Simple. Clear. Texas. 🤠✅ In Wylie ISD they’re reprinting every student ID with the legal name. One senior said seeing his birth name everywhere felt like “violence.” Buddy, that’s the name your parents gave you when you were born. It's not like you're dodging kamikaze pilots or facing the Vietcong. Calm down. 🙄🪪 Conroe ISD and Cy-Fair just straight-up banned preferred pronouns. Some kids now have tape over their chosen... errr fake names on badges. Truly the end of civilization as we know it. 🎭 Meanwhile Texas parents are breathing huge sighs of relief that somebody finally told ...

   The Rev Wilbur   Kids of every generation invent terminology that is specific to the era they find themselves dealing with. The biggest mistake someone of an earlier generation can make is to try to apply translations from their generation to the phrases in some vain hope of understanding. Kids do not want to be understood. They want to be different. They want to be set apart from the language of their predecessors because they think in their half-baked brains somehow, someway they have a better idea. If you believe you have some history changing philosophy what better way to promote it than to cloak it behind language that makes no logical connection to the reality you are trying to promote. In the world of WIFI, trans this or that, and disappearing of time proven methods of negotiating our individual journey to the boneyard the use of language has done away with philosophy, religion, and literature and replaced them with memes, sound bites and gobbilty goop beyond th...