And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: And thou shalt teach them diligently unto thy children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thou liest down, and when thou risest up.
Deuteronomy 6:6-7, King James Version, The Holy Bible

His face was torn, tears prevailing upon his cheeks, the voice from on high berating him for a decision made much earlier in the day.  He stood before the image of the Most High God, his mother, and received a condemnation that not even Hell's fury would relay upon the den of murderers, rapists and thieves assembled in the Day of Last Judgement.  His soul was crushed as his mother offered the fiery retort due his unholy pursuit of intellectual independence and electoral sovereignty.  O, how mighty his sin before all mankind!  The mark of Cain upon him, his mother opens the door and rips him from his home, known unto him as his place of comfort, solace and security.  He shall travel the Earth as the evil one that spilled innocent blood upon the Nation by choosing a fiend, an enemy, a modern Mephistopheles as his executive choice in the witness of his better received peers.  He and his little brother, one seeking only the harmony of mother and son yet, condemned, as if selecting the adversary over her, found utter rejection as the door slammed upon them in the night.  They shall suffer the hostilities and imaginations of the night rather than share her abode.  They, allied with the Prince of Darkness, shall enjoy the charm of a cold night as their due misery for prevailing in public against a compassionate matron.  Never will they choose again a political rogue over the bureaucratic darling, never again the party of oppression, bigotry and hate over the party that cares for the vibrancy of home and prosperity of community.  His will broken, as he stood next to his pink and black luggage, witnessing the wailing and dismay of his younger brother, confused and seeking vindication, he would do anything to have his mother's kisses upon his forehead, her soft words stroke his soul, her arms embrace him in welcome, her protection from the night.  What had this elementary school boy done that would separate him from his mother's love?  

He voted for Donald J. Trump in a mock classroom election.

The utter depravity of this woman is as bold as the black print upon this white page.  A video, now witnessed by over 12 million persons around the world, graced my Facebook inbox on Veteran's Day morning.  I watched it once.  Then, I watched it again.  My tears turned to incensed anger.  I summoned my wife from the warm comforts of her chamber into my office to witness what my eyes observed but my soul refused to let me fully see.  We witnessed.  Set upon Facebook's Michelle Obama For 2020, we eyed a presentation of brutality and assault upon a child that seemed to pierce the standards of cruelty set by dictators and despots.  Our mouths widened as if preparing for a helping of Thanksgiving stuffing.  Our eyes did not fail us.  We witnessed a brutishness of  speech that had only been manifested in the boxing rings of Las Vegas' Caesar's Palace.  With villainous pre-meditation, she set to publicly shame her son for choosing the Grand Ol' Party (GOP) Presidential Election candidate Donald John Trump over Hillary Rodham Clinton by asking the elementary student to vacate her premises.  Her vileness would not go without unceasing taunt and intolerable indignation.  This would be her "teachable moment".  Carpe noctem!  Seize the Night!  

The young lad was as tolerable and honoring of his mother as any Godly child could be.  As undeserving as she was in that moment, arrogantly filming her judicial exercise of public shame upon her child, he warranted the favor of God.  He respectfully referred to her as "Mom".  Alerted by someone via his public school, "Mom" had packed his luggage at 10:30 AM on the morning of the mock classroom election.  "Mom" was so enraged and embarrassed by her son's aversion from his home training to always choose the Democrat, to always pursue the liberal course in life and to always remember that your "blackness" is defined more so by your political allegiance than the color of your skin that she chose to verbally lynch her very son.  In the 2016 Presidential General Election, 88% of Blacks Voted for Hillary Rodham Clinton versus 65% of Hispanics and Asians and 37% of Whites.  Voting GOP is a "white thang".  What a curse amongst men! 

It was a vital matter to resolve in his youth.  If he grew to be a Black conservative, he would be ridiculed for life, not have access to family, friends or special relationships and employment with black firms would be impossible.  Her sons would be doomed if they accepted these foreign ideals.  What unfortunate existences they would have.  Before mankind, he needed to learn his lesson to survive his culture and that she might remain revered in her social community.  This was a greater damnation than selling drugs or prostituting.  Her sons must be saved.  Imagine if Uncle Mohammad had learned that her very son had betrayed the race.  There may be no family vacations or intimate gatherings or even Thanksgiving or Christmas dinners.  Imagine if the ladies at the salon, through the testimony of their children, had knowledge of her son's revolt.  Could she even go back?  Imagine Cousin Rae-Rae working behind the counter at McDonald's.  Would she spit in my drink?  Imagine if the children at school would taunt him for his decision.  My, my, my, "Mom" would have to save him from the wolves that shall aggrieve him.  Her culture is built upon the framework of absolute faithfulness to the progressive movement.  To deny the culture, is to embrace doom. 

It matters not that you select your membership among the LGBTQ radicals, the NAACP radicals, the One Percenter radicals, the Black Lives Matter radicals, the Environmentalists, the Ku Klux Klan or the Marxists / Socialists radicals.  You are a progressive.  The Alliance is a jealous god and you shall have none other.  Although a legion of many, you are one.  Seduced by the legends and myths of progressive politics, perverted by the social demands of unbridled fidelity and corrupted by a fervor of familial obedience,  "Mom" exacted a punishment worthy of the misfortune of public idolatry.  Her sons, nonredeemable, shall pay the price worthy of their deplorable actions.  They shall be shunned.

Where might be the yellow journalists to cover such a depraved event as a mother, meaning "to take care of", evicting her politically independent thinking sons from her abode in the evening?  Where they might always be found.  Colluding with leaders of the progressive movement to cover well organized, well-funded riots.  How shall the message of oppressed races and genders be reported except by the commitment of progressive journalists.  A media divided against itself shall not report stories that defame, belittle or risk the expansion of the radical agendas of this world.  So, you believe that this is an isolated incident.  So, you believe that I am being too harsh upon a "caring Mom" or "busy" Media with limited resources.  Amazing that it took the coveted arrogance of a depraved woman to reveal what many Republicans or conservatives have faced in our governments, neighborhoods, schools, churches and families for over five decades.  How do I know that people in this community are devoted to the Progressive Movement over the potential abuse of its children? 

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