Help! Help! I’m Being Oppressed!
Mizzou’s Bobby Sands, like all true revolutionaries, is a True Man of The People
Jonathan Butler, a central figure in the protests at the University of Missouri, is an Omaha native and the son of a railroad vice president, the Omaha World-Herald reports.
Butler refused food last week in a move to force the university system’s president, Timothy M. Wolfe, from office. Wolfe resigned Monday and Butler ended his hunger strike.
…He is a member of a prominent Omaha family. The newspaper says that Butler’s father is Eric L. Butler, executive vice president for sales and marketing for the Union Pacific Railroad. His 2014 compensation was $8.4 million, according to regulatory filings with the Securities and Exchange Commission.
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November 11, 2015 9:52 am
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So that’s why he refused to eat. He didn’t want to dirty up that silver spoon he keeps in his mouth.
Strange that such a blatantly racist school would elect a black female as the Student Council President by a student body that Is only 7% black.
The progs love “identifying” with the “oppressed”. It soothes their conscience when the progs slam their boots down on the necks of free people.
And why the HELL does the media say “compensation” for an “executive vice president” when they should say “salary”?
Oy. The word games, they make me ill.
Mark my words, ladies and gentlemen. This is the Occupy movement of this presidential election season. It meshes perfectly with the Clinton/Sanders free tuition/forgive college loans agenda. The only point is to get college students to turn out to vote for the Hildabeast.
Just once, I’d like for one of these targets to shoot back. They’re going to get sacked anyway, so MAKE THEM DO IT. Don’t just resign and mumble some BS doublespeak apology while you shuffle off to obscurity.
I’m reminded of the poor Italian hostage who was kidnapped and beheaded in Iraq yanking off his hood and shouting, “I’ll show you how an Italian dies!” I’m sure he never thought the times would sweep him up, but he rose to the occasion.
Any of us might be the next scalp. It doesn’t matter that we’re not “somebodies.” Joe the Plumber wasn’t a somebody. Fabrizi Quattriccio (I think that’s his name) wasn’t a somebody. Gamers weren’t somebodies. Most of the Hugo nominees weren’t somebodies, not compared to the people like George RR Martin and John Scalzi, who so gleefully tromped on them. And Tim Tai, whom Melissa Click needed some muscle to remove, wasn’t somebody – certainly not to Click or any of the other rabble.
God spare us… but if not, God grant us a spirit of bravery and boldness to make the truth known.