Winston Churchill was the offspring of a lady born and raised in Virginia and an up-and-coming young man in British politics. The overwhelming tragedy he was raised with was that his young father resigned from Government in protest and was never allowed back in. That preyed on his mind the rest of his life.

He was hero in the Boer War. As a young man before World War I he entered Parliament and was so famous he was regularly cartooned in Punch. Churchill first gained a high position in Government during World War I. In that position his only accomplishment was in conceiving and pushing through one of history’s greatest military blunders, the attack on Gallipoli.

This, too, preyed on his mind. But Churchill could never really blame himself for that pointless slaughter.

In the 1930s Churchill was right where his father had been. He retired from politics, painted, wrote and was quietly going nuts.

Chamberlain’s Conservative Party, to which Churchill switched when his own and his father’s Liberal Party died, was in power. The only way for Churchill to get power again was to join the anti-Chamberlain forces inside the ruling party. He took over the leadership of the War Party against Chamberlain’s Appeasement. There was no other way for him to get out of the back benches.

The strategy worked. Churchill avoided his father’s fate by becoming leader of the fanatical War Party.

I have discussed at length what rubes the “sophisticates” are when it comes to sculpture. Even the US Capitol Building is a bad joke. It has the gray stone look the Pantheon has TODAY. Meanwhile “sophisticates” make fun of the colorful statues of saints in Catholic churches.

We have long since known that, if a person from the days of ancient Greece were to walk into a Catholic Church, those statues would look very normal to him. He would be appalled by the Capitol building with its absurd colorlessness.

Another example of rubes with PhDs if the term “Arabic numerals.”

We learned that real classic sculpture was colorful in the nineteenth century, but this fact has not filtered down to Mammy Professor yet. We learned in the nineteenth century that the Arabs got the ingenious numerical system we use today, the one that replaced Roman numerals, from India.

The India they got it from was the one where Buddha had “eyes the color of the lotus,” bright blue, and when the Indian who brought kung-fu to China was said to have drilled a hole in a wall with his BLUE eyes. They each called themselves Aryans, from the highest castes of the race the caste system, called naryu, or “color,” was designed to preserve.

What we use are ARYAN numerals, not Arabic numerals