President of DePaul University, Rev. Dennis Holtschneider, was away in France touring Normandy when the College Conservatives lecture by Milo Yiannopoulos was disrupted by members of Black Lives Matters recently.
The university president penned a letter back to his school criticizing College Conservatives and suggesting that the Black Lives Matter disrupters were equivalent to the men who stormed the beaches at Normandy.
A DePaul professor of Sociology found the President’s remarks didn’t go far enough and posted her resignation to Facebook.
I think it only appropriate that Holtschneider object to his own statement and also resign.
The #BLM goofs are just that, goofs! A bunch of pansy added goofs!
#blackfudgepackerlivesmatteronlytothosewhopacktheirfudge
Just think how many of those fallen heroes ‘in both the pacific and european war zones’ might have become FANTASTIC university presidents!…but, NO, they gave it all so you could visit their grave and spew your liberal bullshit…FUCK I’m pissed…
Willysgoatgruff, well said indeed!!!
BULLSHIT! NO COMPARISON WHATSOEVER! I HATE THE LEFT!
What would you give to be able to trade some of their lives for some of the fallen heroes on Normandy beach?
FFS. The BLM crew is only agitating for their own sorry selves. Our veterans have FOUGHT for ALL OF US, douchenozzles!
Is DePaul University a Jesuit University by any chance, just asking?
@Sgt York: These people piss me off so much that I would give my own life. I would consider it a great honor to die for such a noble cause.
That University president needs to be fired. And just prior to Memorial Day?
http://www.eyewitnesstohistory.com/dday2.htm:
“Our assault boat hit a sandbar. I looked over the ramp and we were at least seventy-five yards from the shore, and we had hoped for a dry landing. I told the coxswain, “Try to get in further.” He screamed he couldn’t. That British seaman had all the guts in the world but couldn’t get off the sandbar. I told him to drop the ramp or we were going to die right there.
We had been trained for years not to go off the front of the ramp, because the boat might get rocked by a wave and run over you. So we went off the sides. I looked to my right and saw a B Company boat next to us with Lt. Bob Fitzsimmons, a good friend, take a direct hit on the ramp from a mortar or mine. I thought, there goes half of B Company.
It was cold, miserably cold, even though it was June. The water temperature was probably forty-five or fifty degrees. It was up to my shoulders when I went in, and I saw men sinking all about me. I tried to grab a couple, but my job was to get on in and get to the guns. There were bodies from the I I6th floating everywhere. They were facedown in the water with packs still on their backs. They had inflated their life jackets. Fortunately, most of the Rangers did not inflate theirs or they also might have turned over and drowned.
I began to run with my rifle in front of me. I went directly across the beach to try to get to the seaway. In front of me was part of the II6th Infantry, pinned down and lying behind beach obstacles. They hadn’t made it to the seaway. I kept screaming at them, ‘You have to get up and go! You gotta get up and go!’ But they didn’t. They were worn out and defeated completely. There wasn’t any time to help them.
I continued across the beach. There were mines and obstacles all up and down the beach. The air corps had missed it entirely. There were no shell holes in which to take cover. The mines had not been detonated. Absolutely nothing that had been planned for that part of the beach had worked. I knew that Vierville-sur-Mer was going to be a hellhole, and it was.
When I was about twenty yards from the seaway I was hit by what I assume was a sniper bullet. It shattered and broke my right leg. I thought, well, I’ve got a Purple Heart. I fell, and as I did, it was like a searing hot poker rammed into my leg. My rifle fell ten feet or so in front of me. I crawled forward to get to it, picked it up, and as I rose on my left leg, another burst of I think machine gun fire tore the muscles out of that leg, knocking me down again.
I lay there for seconds, looked ahead, and saw several Rangers lying there. One was Butch Bladorn from Wisconsin. I screamed at Butch, ‘Get up and run!’ Butch, a big, powerful man, just looked back and said, ‘I can’t.’ I got up and hobbled towards him. I was going to kick him in the ass and get him off the beach. He was lying on his stomach, his face in the sand. Then I saw the blood coming out of his back. I realized he had been hit in the stomach and the bullet had come out his spine and he was completely immobilized. Even then I was sorry for screaming at him but I didn’t have time to stop and help him. I thought, well, that’s the end of Butch. Fortunately, it wasn’t. He became a farmer in Wisconsin…
Yeah, have your fun now, assholes. We’ll see how heroic you are when January 17 comes around.
The comparison is so idiotic.
I had the same reaction when I lived in CA and the newscrunts would say that gangbangers suffered PTSD. What a joke.
Ada is a skunt.
And BLM is someday going to find out what it means to fuck with the wrong people. We aren’t going to just yell at you. We are going to wipe you off the face of the earth.
Black lives matter butt crusts aren’t worthy of wiping the ass of those men from WWII. Worthless dregs and spoiled candy asses are no more than low IQ parasites. This piece has me madder than shit!
Oh how I miss my younger days of youth when the blacks and Mexicans lived on the south side of the tracks. I am not a racist but it was a more peaceful time when I could walk to school without looking over my shoulder or go to the dairy queen and leave the front door open. Now I need to tell my grandchildren to never go out alone and always watch your back. Parents have spared the rod and spoiled the child to many times. and I still beat my G-kids when they misbehave with switch from my tree. Have a good day 🙂
Sorry Mr. Reverend in Name Only, I don’t recall hearing about safe spaces on the beaches at Normandy.
The special snowflake thumb-suckers would have NEVER been able to save the world from the Nazis. They only survive today because people (using the term loosely) such as yourself continue to aid and abet their infantile behavior.
@Sgt York: ALL the BLM turds wouldn’t stack up to one of those men. Plus, you can’t stack shit that high anyway.
My take away from listening to Trump’s energy speech on Thursday in N. Dakota, were the words “law” and “order.” He hasn’t been ignoring BLM, La Raza and the like. He’s death on “Sanctuary Cities.” He greatly admires tough law enforcement of all kinds and people like Sheriffs Clark and Arpaio. This stuff won’t last forever. Next year is going to be a watershed year for getting rid of these losers and a new beginning in changing the culture around appeasement and accommodation for bad actors.
Not a big Savage fan, but he sure as heck indicts Obama for crime against our vets, and the congress for not censuring Obama for kissing Japan’s ass.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TL-YULiypsY .
Dear Wrong-rend,
As far as I know, no one was shooting at the #BlackAssMatters people, as they stormed the stage against the eeeeevil speaker-to-truth Milo Y.
Maybe the next speaker should have the stage set up that way, sand and water for the #BAM to wade through, as they’ve being shot at, shot, and killed.