When a bunch of Irish immigrants were fighting for the union army to eventually end slavery for someone's great grandfather, my great grandfather was a tenant farmer on some nobleman's estate in Italy. Was he free? Yes. He was free to pay the landlord one-third of what he made and give the parasitical church an additional 10 percent. If he could live on what was left, fine. If not, he was infinitely replaceable. The sad fact is that unless you were one of the upper classes in 1860 life pretty much sucked. It didn't matter if you were a tenant farmer in Europe, a factory worker in northern US cities or a slave on a plantation.
So, no. I feel no guilt for slavery. Not a bit. That however does not mean that I stand by silently in the face of injustice. That is what seems to be the problem with today's Drumpfucks.
So, no. I feel no guilt for slavery. Not a bit. That however does not mean that I stand by silently in the face of injustice. That is what seems to be the problem with today's Drumpfucks.
