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Did Lincoln's Marxist Union Army invent war crimes and terrorism or just work toward their perfection?
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Did Lincoln's Marxist Union Army invent war crimes and terrorism or just work toward their perfection?
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During the Civil War, Abraham Lincoln's army, consisting of European Marxists, committed atrocities such as murder, rape, and pillaging across the southern and border states. The military has also been involved in crimes against locals in the 140 countries they have been deployed to. Despite this, there is a push to recruit illegal immigrants into the American military to earn citizenship. The Union Army also committed crimes against both white and black citizens in the South. The government justified these actions by claiming that all private property belonged to them. The atrocities committed by the Union Army are often overlooked and monuments to Southern leaders are being torn down. The information comes from the Library of Congress and the National Archives. 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The one thing we do know, unequivocally, is that under Abraham Lincoln, his wonderful army composed in great numbers of Marxists from Europe who had no connection whatsoever to America and who also had no qualms whatsoever about murdering, raping, burning and pillaging their way across the southern and the border states as well, and even some war crimes committed in northern states of which I promise you, you will never be taught in the Communist, tenth plank of the Communist Manifesto, schools of good old America. So why, one might ask, do I feel compelled to continue this, and that is because with the current events in America, the overwhelming influence of immigrants coming into this country from other countries, and when we combine that with the fact that our military has been in 140 or more different countries, and many times these members of the military have committed crimes against the locals in those areas. And we know this, no one wants to admit it, but there was a time back when Okinawa, when the military there were involved in several criminal activities, and when the people of Okinawa wanted to bring them up on trials, the United States military just simply transferred these people back to the U.S. out of the reach of the people who wanted to prosecute them for various crimes which they had committed. And we have, you know, from 140 different countries, the people who may have either been the victims of the war crimes committed there by our military, or they may be the progeny of those who were treated unmercifully and illegally by this military. So considering the fact that we know that if we go into the criminal gangs, MS-13 is a prime example, and MS-13 was created by the friends and the ancestors of those people our military terribly mistreated in the parts of South America and other entities. And so, but yet we leave our borders wide open, unprotected, and not only are they unprotected, but these people are assisted monetarily in coming across the border by the United Nations. And somehow what I see coming to America, and this is the reason for my Whistling Dixie 31, is that I don't think Americans are even beginning to understand that at some point in the time, some point in time, pardon me, in the very near future, because of people like Senator Dick Durbin of Illinois and Mark Levin and others who are demanding that we put illegal aliens, you call them what you want to, immigrants, illegal aliens, but they came into this country illegally, we know that. And they are here, and Senator Durbin and Mark Levin and others are demanding that they be put into the uniform of the American military because, guess what, recruitment is down. And so to put these people into the military so that they can earn their citizenship, people, they have no connections to this country other than what might be hate for what was done to them and their fellow inhabitants of the countries they come from, maybe even their parents. You think that people won't step up and do something or attempt to do something, and yet we hold our borders wide open and say, please, come on in. And then, you know, I remember from the time that me and my family lived in Tucson, Arizona, and I remember that frequently in the newspaper, they would publish the 10 most wanted criminals. And consistently during the time I lived there, those 10 most wanted criminals with the most heinous acts were, in fact, illegals who had crossed the border. And yet we believe that somehow because of that history, they should be in our military. Just doesn't make a lot of good sense, does it? Yet, unfortunately, folks, that's what we're dealing with. And I want to jump in, and I want to document some of the atrocities, some of the war crimes that were committed against American citizens by the Marxist army of Abraham Lincoln. Now, these atrocities were not limited to just white folks. They were not limited to the military. They included everyone, blacks, whites, old, the elderly, the young, and everyone else. No one was safe from the absolute criminal atrocities of Abraham Lincoln's army. Yet he has a monument in Washington, D.C. Is there a monument for the people that his army murdered in the South? Well, if there are any monuments to the Southern leaders who opposed him, oh, they must be torn down. Why? Because they're racist. Yes. Well, most probably, and I think I can prove this, the Union Army's crimes against the blacks in the South was just as damning as what they did to the whites. So who are the racists? And for those of you who might want to question sources and what have you, where did you come up with this information, you know, I would ask you, where did you come up with yours? Who taught you the lies of history that you accept as almost biblical, as almost scripture? What are the sources of your information? Mine come from the Library of Congress and the National Archives and a wonderful set of books titled The War of the Rebellion, The Official Records. Now these are not Southern documents, although I will refer to some Southern documents that have been found and located. I will refer to them in this podcast at some point in time. But I ask again, how do you or how have you established the veracity of the Marxist lies that you hold sacred and dear in your minds? Where is the proof? Well let us begin with a quote from an American Marxist, a very close friend of Abraham Lincoln and he was none other than General Grenville M. Dodge of the Union Army. And I quote, and he said, these people are proud, arrogant rebels. Now I propose, so far as I can, to let these people know that we are at war, that we are in a country of rebels, and that they must support my command, respect and obey my orders, and that all that they possess belongs legitimately to the U.S. government. Unquote. Well folks, isn't that the same thing we're hearing today? You will own nothing and be happy? Have things really changed when it comes to this union government of America that is still in effect, and a country whose military has committed war crimes from one end of the globe to the other, and we don't think that people might come back and slip across our borders to exact revenge? Of course they will. Many will. Because we know, we of the South and our ancestors, know of the commitment that we have to protect their memory. Well, what happens when the people come across our unguarded borders in order to protect the memory and the heritage of their people who have been terribly mistreated? In that National Archives, there is a photo from the pictorial history of the Civil War. And below it is a quote. Trains of wagons filled with household goods, supplies, grain, etc., rolled over the border with thousands of sheep, cattle, and fine horses, till the border of Missouri was simply cleaned out of everything worth carrying away." Were you taught in your communist gulags about a gentleman, and I use that term most loosely, from Kansas and Missouri, a General Lane. He was actually a senator and was also a general in the Union Army. Now where did a United States senator head a regiment and fall suddenly upon a peaceful hamlet, slay a score of defenseless people, and then return with great loads of plunder and stock, boasting that he had come but for loot, as did Senator Lane in 1861 when he attacked Osceola, Missouri. Well, even the Western Journal of Commerce of Kansas City, a black Republican paper, openly accused General Senator Lane of selling blooded horses stolen from Missouri on the streets of Leavenworth, Kansas at $25 a head, many worth over $500, adding that, quote, General Lane's own share of the spoils was a fine carriage, unquote. Where else can you find a regiment crossing the state line in covered wagons, as did John T. Burris of Kansas and the six Kansas volunteers going to Independence, Missouri, and then back to their homes, every man riding a horse taken from the defenseless Missourians. Nine-tenths of them were Union sympathizers. See, folks, here is where it doesn't make any difference, and this is, I think, a prime time for this example. When these foreign hordes in military uniforms carrying weapons that you aren't allowed to own come marching through your streets, and yes, it is going to happen, you can say, no, it won't. I suppose there were people in 1860 who said the same thing. But even the Union sympathizers had their property stolen, because to these Marxists it didn't matter, because if you will remember the quote, all private property belonged to the government, according to the Union army leaders. And when this happened, the wagons in Missouri, called Burris' gunboats, loaded with costly stolen goods, and these raids were repeated again and again upon an unprotected people. Where else can you find old men and mere boys, hanged by the hundreds, simply because they or their fathers had come from some seceded state years before? Where else do you find a general who would pick for his staff such a set of cutthroats that their very name has become a byword, as did Officer Blunt of the notorious Redlegs? Where else do you find an officer issue a command that every boy of 19 years or over who did not join the Union army would be shot, as was done at Independence, Missouri? William Homer Pennock of St. Joseph, Missouri. Where else in our history that old ladies, feeble and refined, were ordered out into Redleg camps to cook for the villainous members of this Marxist army? In what other state was a woman put in jail for giving a loaf of bread to her own son, a Confederate soldier, as was Mrs. Tarleton of Jefferson City, mother of Mrs. Phil Campbell, wife of a state treasurer of Missouri? In what other part of the country were delicate young women sentenced to the penitentiary because they aided Confederates in their home? In what other part of the country were men hanged for selling corn to members of the Confederate military? Where also were Confederates denied burial and their bodies ordered exposed to be devoured by wolves and vultures, while any who dared bury them were themselves shot? Where were men killed for the crime of actually giving food to members of the Confederate army? Where were prisoners simply just shot and killed? Where else did men chain ten-year-old girls on the upper floor of a brick building and Union soldiers dig out the foundation beneath that building until it fell and killed these young girls? As bloody Bill Anderson's young sisters were treated by the soldiers in Kansas City in August of 1863. Where else did a general issuing a decree depopulating totally three counties in Missouri Jackson, Clay, and Bates, as did Tom Ewing in August of 1862? In what other state did the legislature forbid men to preach the gospel unless they had taken the oath to show no mercy to a Confederate or his family, as did these wonderful Marxists of Missouri in 1864, passing the hideous ironclad or test oath under which for years honest, kind-hearted ministers, preachers of the gospel, were they were put into jail, fined, and more than a dozen were just simply executed? Many of them who, as I said before, did support the Union. These men set God and their conscience above crooked politicians and a crooked president. For unexplained suffering, for the highest rank of victims, give the supreme place in history, folks, and your love and memory to the wonderful people of the South and their despoiled country, the Northwest Outpost of the Southern Confederacy. Well, folks, I think one of the hardest things for most people to understand about the atrocities, the war crimes, the criminality of the Union Army in the South and in the border states is because, you know, we just weren't taught this. And why do people keep things from you? Is not the lie of omission just as deadly as the lie of commission? Now we know at times there were members of Lincoln's cabinet and there were also members of the Union Army command structure that really wanted to do what was right. I mean, there was a war. They knew there was a war, but they wanted a war conducted, you know, on certain principles. And those principles did not include the murder, the rape, the burning, and the stealing of the Union Army. And folks, don't think for a minute that this just happened under William Tecumseh Sherman and his march through Georgia. This became the actual modus operandi of the Union Army from the very beginning, as I just illustrated to you with Senator General Wayne of Kansas and his atrocities against the people in the state of Missouri. But on many occasions, when these people with some sense of, you know, honesty and what have you within Lincoln's administration or within his army, whenever they tried to actually rein in the terrors that were being committed against the people of the border states in the South, Lincoln would overrule them. And that there is something we also were never taught. And one such example would be Major General Robert Huston Milroy, who was a ill-tempered officer, who by 1862 had already gained a notorious reputation in Virginia, not for being an effective soldier, but for burning and looting homes and just simply executing innocent civilians. General Halleck in Washington had relieved him of his command for incompetence and for refusing to follow Halleck's orders to stop attacking the civilian population in Virginia. Well, even though Milroy was without a command, good old Honest Abe seemed to have some kind of unreal liking for officers such as him, and therefore he did not want him dismissed from the army. Well, after ten months of doing nothing, in effect, Milroy was given a backwater command in Middle Tennessee by Lincoln, a type of assignment reserved for officers who had failed to prove themselves in combat. Although unhappy with his situation, the general found some solace in knowing that he could resume some of his retaliatory measures against civilians while going relatively unnoticed in Washington, D.C. On May 13, 1864, Robert Buchanan Blackwell, who was widely known as Captain Blackwell, commanded a small force of guerrilla fighters who disrupted rail service, interrupted communications, and tried to counter General Milroy's attacks upon civilians. On May 13, Blackwell and about thirty of his men rode into Shelbyville, Tennessee, and emptied a dry goods store, sending most of the supplies south to Confederate forces. Angered tremendously by this daring raid, accomplished while the town was under his own army's occupation, General Milroy sent Brigadier General Payne twenty-five miles south into Fayetteville to search for Blackwell and to bring him in for retribution. It was June 15, approximately a month after the raid, on the Shelbyville store. Troops rode into Fayetteville, firing their guns, setting fires, and taking hostages. They grabbed a man named William Pickett and another citizen named Franklin Burroughs, who had just stepped out of the courthouse, where he had obtained a marriage license for his wedding the next day. Thomas Massey, carrying a sack of groceries for his wife and children, was nabbed as he came out of the store by these wonderful Union Army members. Lastly, they arrested Dr. J. W. Miller and then announced that their hostages would be executed if no one came forward with information as to the whereabouts of Captain Blackwell and his men. None of these hostages were in the Confederate Army. They were all civilians, and there was no evidence whatsoever that any of the four men knew where Blackwell was. When John Massey heard that his brother was being held by the Union forces, he rode into town and offered to change places with him, noting that his brother Thomas had a young family and had never been involved in supporting the guerrilla forces in the area. General Payne allowed the exchange, and Thomas went home. The four hostages were then held under guard, awaiting execution. Dr. Miller had been taken prisoner in 1862 at the fall of Fort Donaldson. He was sent to the notorious Camp Chase prison in Ohio, but after many months of severe lung hemorrhaging, he was allowed to walk free. Walking and then riding, when someone came by with a wagon, he finally had made it back to Fayetteville. Years later, Dr. Miller's son gave to a Fayetteville newspaper the following account, and I will quote that for you. It so happened, when my father returned, General Payne had possession of the town. A more merciless, cruel tyrant never existed than that damnable officer. At the time John Massey, Pickett, and others were arrested, my father was taken in custody also. These men were not held together, all placed in charge of one guard, but were scattered. The day of their arrest was a bright, sunny day. All nature was clad in its garment of green. New Irish potatoes, English peas were about ready for the table, and our first mess appeared then. My brother and myself had helped our mother get these vegetables from the garden, she having apprised my father of the fact that we are going to have Irish potatoes and new peas for dinner. This delighted him, as he was very fond of such things. Their pleasure and anticipation was soon swept away, followed by despair, distress, mental anguish, and vanishing hope. My father was arrested, charged with harboring bushwhackers, the same as Massey and the others. The officers took him in charge at once, immediately carrying him away, giving my mother no information as to his fate, despite her pleadings for some knowledge of it. Any more than to say, all damn bushwhacker harborers will be shot and sent to hell. My mother screams, her cries, her pleadings, her prayers are yet in my mind. Upon the orders of General Payne, houses were burned here and there all over our town, gunshots were frequently heard in different directions, and chaos reigned, consternation was everywhere. No one knew from hour to hour what would happen next, minutes lengthened into hours. My father was arrested about ten-thirty and taken off. At eleven, mother received notice that all of the prisoners taken, charged as just mentioned, should all be executed at the same time. General Payne had started toward Shelbyville with a large body, but stopped at or near the Gordon Place for dinner. The Negro cook had proceeded with the preparation of dinner, despite all the confusion, and when mother learned the soldiers had stopped for dinner, immediately prepared a meal for my father, sending myself and a little Negro nurse to find and to give it to him if we could find him. We found him sitting under a beech tree, surrounded by six or eight Union guards. Upon delivering the dinner, he courteously invited the guard to eat with him. They refused in a nice, sympathetic way, but admonished him to hurry, as orders might be issued at any moment, to move. While he was eating, General Payne rode up, surrounded by his staff, all on fine horses, bright uniforms, sabers dangling. These officers wore gloves with large yellow gauntlets. Payne rode very near to my father, possibly not more than six feet away, and enunciated his ever-memorable statement, saying, You god-damned, gray-eyed, bushwhacking sympathizer. I'll have you shot at three o'clock this evening with John Massey and the other damn scoundrels. This not only frightened me, but the Negro girl as well, who screamed, Don't kill Marsh Bill! Don't kill Marsh Bill! I grabbed my father by the neck, begging for his life, the Negro doing the same at the same time. The officer of the guard forced us away and told us to leave, when my father hugged me to his bosom, saying, Goodbye, my little boy. I'll never see you again. No one but a confiding child in similar condition can realize the awful agony of that moment. No attempt will be made to tell of the anguish of my mother, when the news was given to her that Pa will be shot at three o'clock. Not only my mother, but the screams, the cries, and the wailings of others were heard everywhere. My father was carried nine or ten miles toward Shelbyville, released, and stepped in home about sundown. Can anyone imagine a more joyous returning? He never knew why he was liberated, and the others were shot. William Pickett, Franklin Burroughs, and John Massey were executed in the center of town where our library now stands. It will be noted that not one of them was guilty of any crime. They were simply citizens, innocent citizens, snatched from the streak by Abraham Lincoln's Marxist army. Folks, again, my hope would be that in hearing some of these things, you will understand that this is what is on the horizon under the present dictates of this government. They're going to put people who care not one iota for you, your heritage, or anything else, they will put them into the uniforms of the United States military in order to carry out their wishes, and that is the extinction of the white race. Now, you can say whatever you want to, and that's up to you, but that is exactly what is intended by this, what is now coming, to put these illegal aliens into the uniform of the United States military so they can commit the crimes that these people in our government are just too cowardly to do themselves. And again, when these immigrants in United States military uniform come marching into your hometown, they will be carrying weapons which your government has forbidden you to ever possess. So now I would like to tell you a little bit more about the atrocities of Major General Milroy and his accomplice, Brigadier General Payne, both who had early in the war gained a reputation as the hanging generals. They were a gruesome pair indeed in Middle Tennessee. While Payne went about hanging people, bragging that he would hang one rebel for every two Yankees who were found murdered, Milroy boasted, and I quote, blood and fire is the medicine I use. I shoot the men who are friendly with and harbor bushwhackers and burn their houses. To the Yankee, a bushwhacker was any southern citizen who resisted the criminal invasion and the destruction of his home, his community, and even his church. In late 1864, a Union sympathizer by the name of Moses Pittman submitted a list of stolen goods to General Milroy, along with a list of people in his community whom he himself wanted punished. He described his grievance against each one of the 58 people he named. At the end of each name are Milroy's handwritten orders to a Captain Lewis as to what to do with these individuals. After Joel Cunningham's name, he writes, kill. After Wesley Davis's name, he writes, clean out. Beside Green Denison's name is written, kill. Jane Lipscomb's name is followed by clean out. Curtis McCollum's name is followed by hang and burn. After Cynthia McCollum's name, Milroy writes, shoot if you can make it look like an accident. Shooting unarmed women. Beside the name of Cynthia's sister, Charlotte, he writes, burn everything. That list goes on for another 52 names, of which I will not burden you, because none of them is much different from the ones I have just repeated. On January 7, 1865, Captain Lewis proceeded with the executions. The first three victims were an old man named Leroy Moore, a man by the name of Thomas Saunders described as being well over 50 years of age, and a 14-year-old boy named William Saunders. Their hands were tied behind their backs, and then they were marched out into a pond and shot in the back. Guards were placed at the pond for three days to prevent their families from removing the bodies. To Lieutenant W.H. Nelson of the 5th Tennessee Cavalry, Milroy gave orders to shoot all of Mary and Emery's son or sons, a son of Ben Knight, Mr. and Mrs. Modenac, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, Wyatt Banks' two sons, and eleven other persons. One month later, more orders were issued under which the homes of eighteen people were to be burned and thirty-four were to be shot. More were ordered to be hung to the first tree in front of their door, and to be allowed to hang there for an indefinite period, with guards placed to ensure that they are not cut down. Well, folks, I have enough of these actual documented events to probably cover 50 podcasts, at least. I mean, the evidence here in those 120-plus volumes of The War of the Rebellion are just absolutely so telling. But why has no one, except maybe for a few brave individuals, one of whom would be Michael Andrew Grissom, who authored a book called Southern by the Grace of God, and also another book called American Terrorist, which is a reference I use so many times for the production of the truth of what these Marxist devils were all about, and how Lincoln not only loved what they were doing, but he promoted them for being as vile, as mean, and as deadly as could happen. And that, folks, is something everyone should know, especially in this day and time when we have people like former President Barack Obama, who said, when asked who his favorite president was, oh, without a doubt, Abraham Lincoln. And then the wonderful Hillary Clinton, who, when asked who her favorite president was, said, sorry, Bill, but it's Abraham Lincoln. And then the man that everyone just falls backwards and falls all over themselves trying to support, a man who said that were he elected, he planned to bring this country back to the principles of Abraham Lincoln. Did he not know what the principles of Abraham Lincoln were? If he did, he's as big a criminal as Lincoln ever was. If he didn't know, then he's too ill-informed to ever lead anyone in any political capacity whatsoever. Well, we've talked about Missouri, and certainly not any comprehensive study, but if I may at this point, I would like to jump forward to Mississippi, and what happened in Mississippi. In 1860, Mississippi was one of the richest states in the Union, absolutely. Where is it now, after all of these years of this wonderful Lincolnian government, and those in political office who love the memory of Abraham Lincoln, even to the point of naming their political party, the Party of Lincoln. And they have Lincoln Day dinners. Do any of these people know and understand what this man did? Or do they care? Is it all just politics? Oh, we don't care what he did, he has to be better than a Democrat. The idiocy of America has destroyed freedom and rightful liberty. But let me give you a quote from the wonderful William Tecumseh Sherman, one I'm sure you were never taught in school. And I quote, to secure the safety of the navigation of the Mississippi, I would slay millions. On that point, I am not only insane, but mad. Unquote. Well, there was a Cordelia Lewis Scales who lived at Oakland, the family home eight miles north of Holly Springs in northern Mississippi. Two of her brothers were officers in the Confederate Navy, and another brother was an aide to General P.G.T. Bodegaard. Troops were in and out of Holly Springs throughout the war, and Oakland was seized several times as headquarters for officers of Lincoln's invading hordes. At other times, the family gladly entertained Confederate soldiers who happened to be nearby. On October the 19th of 1862, Ms. Lewis Scales wrote to her old school friend, Lou Irby, who lived about 30 miles away at the Como Depot. And she said, and I quote, my dear darling Louie, I must tell you about the Yankees, as you are anxious to know how they behaved. You may congratulate yourself, my dear friend, on being slighted by them. They came and stayed in our yard all the time. The camp is where our soldiers are now, and they used to order the milk to be churned at any time, and they took all of the corn, the fodder, ruined the garden, and took everything that we had in the poultry line. Hulbert, meaning Union General Hulbert, Division, the very worst, stayed with us here nearly all the time. I never heard such profanity in all of my life. And so impudent, they would walk around the house and look up at the windows and say, wonder how many secesh gals they got up there. I did not have my pistol, and Ma would not let me go anywhere near where they were. But one evening, she was so worn out, she sent me down to attend to the skimming of some wine and other household matters, when she thought that all of these Union soldiers had left. Just as I got out in the yard, two cavalrymen and six infantry came up and surrounded me. Pa was not at home. Ma and Sis Lucy were looking on and were frightened very much, for they knew I would speak my mind to them if they dare provoke me. The first lieutenant asked me if we had any chickens. I told him no. Any milk? I said no. But some of his tribe had been there that morning and got everything that we had. He smiled and said, "'They did not pay you for them?' I told him a few pretended to pay by giving us Federal money, that I preferred leaves to that. He said, "'Why? Federal money don't seem to be in demand.' And I said, "'Not down this way, for sure.' The second lieutenant, a red-haired, ugly, pert thing, commenced to laugh about our men running from Holly Springs and said, "'Our men never run, miss.' I told him no. We all knew what an orderly retreat they made from Bull Run, Manassas, and from Leesburg. That it did their army a great deal of credit, and that I hope they felt proud of it. One of the other pickets remarked then and said, "'You don't know how to talk to secesh gals.' I turned to him and thanked him and said, "'We are all ladies in the South.' The second lieutenant got very mad at what I said about their men running and said, "'I can inform you, miss, I was in the Battle of Leesburg, and our men did not run far.' I told him I knew they did not. They ran as far as they could and then jumped in the river. The first lieutenant broke out in a laugh and said, "'Ah, Tom, she's got you now,' and turned to me and said, "'I admire your candor very much. I had much rather see you so brave than for you to pretend to entertain any Union sentiments.' One of the soldiers said, "'I think you had better inspire some of your men with your bravery.' I told him that our men needed no inspiration whatsoever in that regard. Then one of the lieutenants said to me, "'Now, miss, you Southern ladies would not fight. You are too good-natured.' I said, "'We were very good-natured, but when our soil was invaded, and by such creatures as they were, it was enough to arouse anyone.' He wanted to know what I styled them. I told him, "'Yankees or Negro thieves.' This made him very mad, and he told me that they were Western men. I told him I judged people by the company they'd keep, and that they fought with them and stayed with them, that birds of a feather would always flock together. I wish you could have seen me when I walked away, just like the very ground was polluted by them. The very first lieutenant asked me for some water when he saw that I was going. I told him there was a spring on the place if he wanted any. He then told me that such bravery should be rewarded, that nothing on the place should be touched. I could write you a newspaper about them, but I reckon you are tired now, and it makes me mad to think about them. Write soon, to your very true friend, Delia.'" I think at this point it might be good to mention some of the things that happened in Kentucky, and Kentucky did never secede. So why was Kentucky invaded by the Union Army? Well, let's look at this. In the summer of 1864, long after Lincoln's Communist hordes had swept through the state of Kentucky, grabbing control of the government, General William Tecumseh Sherman wrote to General Burbridge in Lexington, advising him to institute even more harsh measures. The following excerpt is from one of Burbridge's subsequent orders, issued on July the 16th of 1864, and I quote, "'Rebel sympathizers living within five miles of any scene of outrage committed by armed men, not recognized as public enemies by the rules and usages of war, will be arrested and sent beyond the limits of the United States. In accordance with instructions from the Major General commanding the military district of the Mississippi, so much of the property of rebel sympathizers as may be necessary to indemnify the government or loyal citizens for losses incurred by the acts of such lawless men will be seized and appropriated for this purpose. Whenever an unarmed Union citizen is murdered, four guerrillas will be selected from the prisoners in the hands of the military authorities and publicly shot to death in the most convenient place near the scene of outrage." One Edward Pollard, observing that the barbarities of the enemy seemed to be more atrocious as the war progressed, wrote in 1864, and I quote, that they exceed all that was already known of the brutality of our enraged enemy. General William Tecumseh Sherman illustrated the campaign in the West by a memorable barbarity in a letter of instruction to General Burbridge, commanding in the Department of Kentucky, charging him to treat all partisans of the Confederates in that state as, I quote, wild beasts, unquote. It was the invariable and convenient practice of the Yankees to designate as guerrillas whatever troops of the Confederacies were particularly troublesome to them. And the appropriate term was made by General Sherman to include the regularly commissioned soldiers of General Morgan's command and whatever bodies of Confederate cavalry chose to roam over territory which the enemy disputed. Some expressions in the orders referred to were characteristic of the Yankee and indicated those notions of constitutional law which had rapidly demoralized the entire North. General Sherman declared that he had already recommended to Governor Bramlett of Kentucky, and I quote, had one dash to arrest every man in the country who might be dangerous to us. Under this law, everybody can be made to stay at home and mind their his or her own business, and if they won't do that, we can send them away, unquote. These sage remarks on American liberty were concluded with the recommendation that all males and females in sympathy with any of these so-called guerrillas should be arrested and sent down the Mississippi to some foreign land where they should be doomed to perpetual exile, unquote. Oh, weren't these Yankee guys just the greatest? Well, since we started here with some of the stuff on Kentucky, and I mentioned a letter from William Tecumseh Sherman to General Stephen Gano Burbridge, I think it would probably be appropriate at this time to kind of continue with a little bit about Mr. Burbridge, or General Burbridge, who was born in Georgetown, Kentucky, educated at Georgetown College and Kentucky Military Institute in Frankfurt. But he became, upon graduation, a lawyer in the state of Kentucky. With those birthrights and credentials, you know, it would be natural to assume that at the outbreak of the war, they would have found him in support of the Southern cause, or at least numbered with the majority of the people of Kentucky, who, although Southern in much of their sentiment, just simply wanted to remain neutral in this whole fiasco. To the contrary, General Burbridge raised his own Union regiment and joined the Army of Lincoln as a colonel of that Union. Eventually, finding favor in the eyes of the great emancipator, he received a promotion to general. In 1864, Abraham Lincoln, angered at the continuing or perhaps growing Southern sentiment in Kentucky, declared martial law in that state. And being aware of Burbridge's ruthless character, appointed him military dictator of the state with absolutely unlimited powers to arrest, detain, and execute whomever he wished. His authority extended beyond and above that of Governor Bramlett, who, like Burbridge, had at first embraced the Union position. Unlike Burbridge, however, Governor Bramlett, after experiencing the heavy hand of the Lincoln regime, which had, among many outrages, interfered with elections in Kentucky, renounced his earlier stand and became an ardent supporter of the cause of the Confederacy. During the presidential election of 1864, General Burbridge suppressed support for Lincoln's Democrat opponent, former General George B. McClellan, and went so far as to arrest Lieutenant Governor Richard T. Jacob, whom he had deported to Virginia. Before long, Burbridge had earned the nickname the Butcher of Kentucky by ordering the imprisonment and the execution of many people, including public figures, on absolutely baseless charges of treason and any other crime which he could make up. At the conclusion of the war, Burbridge was so unwelcome in his home state that he moved to New York, where he died in 1894. Even though requested, his body was not brought back to Kentucky for burial. Fortunately for his wretched behavior, his military service qualified him for interment at Arlington National Cemetery, where we can no longer have any Confederate monuments. Oh, wow, folks. And I, like I said, and I can't make this more emphatic. This is coming again. History does repeat itself, or in the words of Napoleon, it rhymes. And we are seeing the almost exact same dynamics today that were relevant back then with all of the influx of the immigrants. And back then, you know, we know where it led. It led to the creation of the Republican Party by communists. It led to the takeover of the churches in the North. Unitarianism and transcendentalism thrived. We know they took over the government. We know they had a crooked election in 1860. We know that over 300,000 immigrants from Europe voted for Abraham Lincoln. Without them, he would have never, ever been elected president of the United States. Well, I think I will probably close out this session or this podcast with the address of Mr. W.T. Ellis at the unveiling of the monument to Perryman Powell and William Thompson at St. Joseph, Kentucky, on November the 15th, 1914. And I quote, Comrades and friends, if you ask why we have gathered in this silent wayside end where so many we have known, loved, and lost are registered, I answer in the pathetic words of William Thompson, one of the young men in honor of whose memory these ceremonies are observed. On July 19, 1864, he wrote his father the following letter, and I quote, from the military prison, Louisville, Kentucky, July 19, 1864. Dear father, I am here confined in this prison in irons and have been sentenced to be shot in Henderson, Kentucky, in retaliation for a man by the name of Poole who was killed by Colonel Hollis' men sometime last month. Try to do something for me if you can. Your affectionate son, William Thompson. The next day after this letter was written, these young men were taken from that loathsome prison and sent on a journey which carried them to their death. In the course of that journey, young Thompson seized upon his last opportunity again to communicate. I'm sorry, folks. First day with my new lips to the opportunity again to communicate with his father and mother and wrote them as follows. And I quote again this letter from the steamer Palestine, July 20, 1864. Dear father and mother, I am on my road to be shot. Bear it patiently. Take care of yourself, dear father, and do not work too hard. Bear everything patiently. Take care of mother as long as you can and do not let her overpower her own constitution. Ever since the officers told me I was to be shot, I have been praying and fasting that I might see you all once more in this world. Goodbye and farewell. We part forever. William Thompson. These two letters grimly foreshadowed the awful fate which was so swiftly to overtake those unfortunate but patriotic young men. Be it said to their honor that, like many other patriots, both of ancient and modern times, they met their fates uncomplainingly, bravely, and heroically. And at about five minutes before eight o'clock on the evening of July 22, 1864, the two young men to whom these patriotic daughters of the Confederacy were erecting this monument gave up their lives. And were shot to death in the town of Henderson, Kentucky. Were they ever given a trial? They were not. Were they confronted by witnesses to establish whether they had been guilty of any infraction of the civil, military, or moral law? They were not. Did they have a day in court or an opportunity to establish their innocence? They did not. Did they have counsel to advise them in the awful ordeal through which they were to pass? They did not. Was there any semblance of justice in the proceeding which consigned them to the grave? There was not. Was the dying request of these young men, as expressed in the letter of young Thompson, to see his father and mother once more in this life granted? It was not. There, in the gloom of the gathering twilight which surrounded them as they went to their judgment seat, was there an eye to pity or a hand to save? There was not. Barely. They were left to tread the winepress alone and to pass from this to another life, without the aid or advice of a friend or the assistance of a spiritual advisor to guide them in their passage from this to that, something after death, which makes us rather bear those ills we have than to fly to others that we know not of. Those innocent young men, all alone in that supreme hour, could truthfully have said, The foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests, but we have not where to rest our heads. So, folks, I wanted to end with that one, for one very simple reason, and that is to come back and to reiterate, as awful and as terrible as that sounds, folks, wake up. We are about to encounter the same thing from these hordes of immigrants that have flooded across the border, many times with the financial support of those who hate us to no end. Armor up. The time is rapidly approaching. God bless you all.
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