The last person expected revealed a racist Democrat secret that changes everything for Trump


Democrats want you to believe Donald Trump and his supporters are racist.

And they want you to ignore the Party’s racist history.

But the last person expected revealed a racist Democrat secret that changes everything for Trump.

As one of the biggest rappers in the world, Kanye West has long been a hero to the Democrat Party.

He once even declared on national television that former President George W. Bush “doesn’t like black people.”

But now he has shifted his beliefs, crediting his newfound faith in God.

He released a new album titled “Jesus is King,” which featured family friendly Christian worship songs.

And in a new interview he blasted the Democrat Party for pushing abortion and welfare dependence on the black community, stating they are brainwashing people to support them.

Breitbart reports:

Rap superstar Kanye West slammed the Democratic Party for pushing abortion and dependence on welfare on black Americans, explaining that many people have become “brainwashed” by the party’s destructive ideas.

In a wide-ranging interview with radio host Big Boy to promote his album “Jesus Is King,” West opened up about his disdain for Democratic Party policies imposed on black people over decades.

“Bro, we brainwashed out here bro,” West said. “C’mon man, this is a free man talking. Democrats had us voting Democrats on food stamps for years bro.”

“What’s your talking about?” the Grammy-winner continued. “Guns in the ’80s, taking the fathers out the homes, plan B, lowering our votes, making us unborn our children. Thou shall not kill.”

In the same interview, West also argued it was racist to assume that black people must vote Democrat because of their skin color.

“I can’t tell y’all how to feel, but what I can tell you honestly is how I feel,” the “Jesus Walks” crooner said. “And when I sat there seven years and six years into the Obama administration, when I was sitting out there at the Met Ball, when I was sitting in front of white people and they thought ‘I wouldn’t have thought you’d like Trump because of the racism.’”

Kanye West seems to be proof that God can change anybody.

He has switched from promoting an agenda that pushes people away from God to becoming a messenger for God who is hosting his own Sunday services.

What do you think of Kanye West?

Let us know your thoughts in the comment section below.


  1. I actually took the time to watch the entire video, which was several minutes long, and the video itself was very partisan. I was responding to the points made in the video itself.

    (1) The video claimed the Democrats supported slavery, which was abolished under Abraham Lincoln, the first Republican president.

    Political alliances and positions can change over time. Republicans like to think of their party as the “Party of Lincoln,” but in the middle of the 19th century, the Republicans were the progressive party.

    “Slavery was actually abolished on Abraham Lincoln’s watch, the first Republican president”

    Yes, but to be fair, it must be pointed out that in the middle of the 19th century, the Republicans were the progressive party.

    I would refer you to a 1995 article by George McKenna, appearing in the Atlantic Monthly, entitled “Abortion: A Lincolnian Position.”

    The article suggests how Lincoln might have dealt with the current controversy over abortion by examining his handling of the issue of (human) slavery in the 19th century.

    McKenna observes that back then the Republicans were the progressives, whereas the Democrats were resisting change; the Democrats were an obstacle to social and moral progress.

    Similarly, the Democratic Club on campus at San Diego State University in 1988 was asking: “If Lincoln were here today, which political party do you think he’d belong to?”

    Similarly, the feminist movement was pro-life from its inception (regarding abortion as an injustice to women, rather than seeing it as a means to their emancipation) into the middle of the 20th century, with only a few voices dissenting.

    Pro-life feminist Mary Krane Derr wrote that the early American feminists forged an uneasy alliance with the medical establishment with the intent of ending abortion. Dr. Bernard Nathanson (co-founder of NARAL, who presided over 60,000 abortions before changing sides on the issue) wrote in his 1979 book Aborting America that the U.S. statutes against abortion were put on the books when Catholics were a politically insignificant minority, and were the achievement of the American Medical Association.

    I don’t know if it was the “religious right” with which progressives aligned themselves in the early 20th century, with regard to alcohol, but Temperance was once considered a progressive cause, just as today there are many well-meaning activists on the Left, like civil rights leader Dick Gregory, involved in the anti-drug campaign.

    “The women we recognize today as the founders of the American Anti-Vivisection Society (AAVS),” writes Lily Santoro, “were pioneers in the world of animal welfare but not in the sphere of reform movements. The late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries saw a rise in reform movements known as the Progressive Era.

    “Inspired by the new science of sociology and cultural movements like the social gospel, middle and upper class Americans increasingly engaged in reform movements aimed at uplifting the downtrodden and improving society.

    “Women were central to the Progressive Era reforms. In the late nineteenth century, women made great strides in reform movements like Temperance, Sunday Schools, food and drug regulation, women’s suffrage, and child-labor laws.

    “In a world where women were supposed to be relegated to their own ‘separate sphere,’ many women joined reform movements wherein they acted as the ‘moral compass’ of American society. Caring for the weak and voiceless in society was the focus of progressive era reforms. Animal welfare met this category perfectly.”

    Ms. Santoro mentions “food and drug regulation,” and Temperance met this category perfectly as well. Again, political alliances and positions can change over time.

    I’ve stated elsewhere that animal liberation as a secular moral philosophy, might appear at odds with traditional religious thinking (e.g., human “dominion” over other animals), but this is equally
    true of:

    Democracy and representative government in place of the divine right of kings; the separation of church and state; the abolition of (human) slavery; the emancipation of women; birth control; the sexual revolution; LGBT rights, etc.

    A popular pro-labor liberal bumper sticker similarly refers to the labor movement as:

    “The folks who brought you the weekend.”

    Conservatives, enjoying the past five hundred years of secular social progress, often become an obstacle to progress when it comes to animal issues; hiding behind Scriptures they aren’t even following.

    Dining with friends at a veg restaurant in Palo Alto in either 2002 or 2003, I pointed out that going veg and purchasing only cruelty-free products are comparable to economic boycotting: a political tactic used by liberals and conservatives alike.

    One of the dinner companions commented with some skepticism:

    “We usually don’t see conservatives boycotting meat…”

    (2) The video referred to “school choice,” which is a thinly disguised reference to vouchers:

    Vouchers for private and religious schools threaten church-state separation and public education. Here are some reasons why vouchers must be opposed:

    Vouchers do not spur academic improvement. Objective studies of existing voucher programs in the country have shown little or no scholastic improvement for voucher students.

    Many state constitutions contain strict prohibitions on public aid for religious institutions. While the U.S. Supreme Court has ruled on the legality of vouchers in relation to the federal Constitution, lawmakers nationwide still need to consider state law. The majority of states have constitutions that strictly limit any public aid for religious ministries.

    Most private religious schools consider promoting religion as their chief goal. They often saturate all aspects of the curriculum with sectarian messages.

    Some church leaders use private schools to win new members and evangelize families. Taxpayers should not be forced to fund these clearly religious goals through voucher plans.

    Vouchers do not help poor families. Most vouchers are worth $1,500 to $3,000, yet private-school tuition can easily top $10,000 per year. Poor families would have no way to make up the difference.

    In Cleveland, a study showed that 33 percent of the families participating in the voucher plan had been sending their children to private schools before the program was implemented. Vouchers can easily end up becoming a subsidy for families who desire a private education at taxpayer expense.

    Vouchers allow taxpayer funding of religious schools that teach intolerance and practice discrimination. Some religious schools teach and practice the subordination of women, discriminate in hiring and promote intolerance against other religions and against sexual minorities.

    Vouchers detract from real school reform. Public education in some parts of the nation is troubled. Studies show what these schools need—smaller class sizes and greater resources.

    Vouchers detract from the goal of finding ways to give all students a quality education by offering only a small number an opportunity to leave public schools.

    Ninety percent of American children attend the public schools. Reforms must focus on helping everyone, not just a handful.

    Many members of minority groups do not support vouchers. In 2000, citizens in California and Michigan voted on voucher proposals. Both were trounced—71 percent to 29 percent in California and 69 percent to 31 percent in Michigan.

    In California, polls showed that Hispanic voters were especially adamant in their rejection of the plan, voting 77 percent to 23 percent. African-American voters in California rejected vouchers 68 percent to 32 percent. In Michigan, blacks voted down vouchers 72 percent to 28 percent.

    Vouchers are part of a larger scheme to abolish public education. Religious Right leader Jerry Falwell said, “I hope to see the day when, as in the early days of our country, we don’t have public schools. The churches will have taken them over again and Christians will be running them.”

    When asked about the dangers vouchers pose to public schools, Christian Coalition founder Pat Robertson said, “Let them go out of business and nobody would miss them.”

    (3) The video fails to mention that Franklin Delano Roosevelt, Eleanor Roosevelt, Harry Truman, JFK, LBJ all supported civil rights. It fails to mention that Reagan opposed the 1964 Civil Rights Act, which was signed into law by LBJ, as was the Voting Rights Act of 1965. It fails to mention that in 2013, when the Supreme Court struck down key provisions in the Voting Rights Act of 1965, states began passing restrictions making it harder for people to vote, and the Democrats have responded accordingly, championing civil rights again, and trying to make it easier and not harder for Americans to vote.

    On AlterNet, a liberal headlines email newsletter, about a decade ago, some liberals were pointing out that conservative William F. Buckley favored drug legalization, or at the very least, marijuana legalization, while others pointed out Buckley opposed the Civil Rights Act (as did Reagan, a conservative icon).

    In The People’s Almanac #3 (1981), Karen Pedersen and David Wallechinsky write:

    “Asked about his qualification for the office of governor, Reagan replied, ‘Gee, I don’t know. I’ve never played a governor before.’

    “In Chico, Calif., in 1966, reporters questioned Reagan’s stand on discrimination in public housing and his opposition to the federal Civil Rights Act of 1964 and 1965.

    “After giving a confusing answer, Reagan continued:

    “‘I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about, I’m so pooped. You’re boring in on me, aren’t you? You’re boring in on me because you know you’ve caught me so pooped that I don’t know what I’m doing.’

    “Said Governor Brown:

    “‘What are his excuses? One time he laughs boyishly–no mean tricks at our ages–and says he’s ‘goofed.’ Another time he admits to being too ‘pooped’ to think straight, and this was at 3:30 in the afternoon. You can’t afford a governor like that. You don’t get retakes as governor.’

    Ronald Reagan’s father once stormed out of a hotel, when told, on the sly, that the hotel didn’t rent to Jews. The People’s Almanac #3 took note:

    “The question is: How did Ronald Reagan, a young man with working class parents who were impassioned liberals, whose father had a job thanks to FDR’s New Deal, who led a student demonstration and acted in an antiwar play, change into a staunch supporter of the rights of corporations over the rights of the poor, who violently attacked student demonstrators, and who continued to refer to the Vietnam War as ‘a noble cause’ as recently as 1980…”

    (4) LBJ might have said that through his support for the civil rights movement, the blacks would be voting Democratic for another two hundred years, but…

    When the Civil Rights Act was passed in 1964, a high ranking official in the Johnson administration commented that Democrats could kiss the south goodbye for a couple of generations.

    Nearly all these “Dixiecrats” became Republicans. Whereas the Democrats once spoke of a “solid south,” the deep south and the Bible belt quickly became Republican territory. The Nixon strategists used this to their advantage, beginning in 1968.

    (5) If we compare animal rights to civil rights, and persons resisting animal rights as social and moral progress for all mankind are comparable to persons resisting the abolition of slavery, I must point out:

    Animal rights really should be bipartisan, but nearly all of the leading politicians working with the animal rights movement are liberal Democrats. The animal rights movement, like the Democratic Party, is dominated by secular progressives.

    The animal rights movement, like the Democratic Party, is divided over abortion as well. This either indicates animal rights really are a bipartisan cause which conservatives can support alongside liberals, or it means many liberals are uncomfortable with abortion.

    The “Dixiecrats” and more moderate and conservative Democrats tend to be pro-life. In 2014…

    Kristen Day of Democrats For Life said, “Roughly a third of the Democratic Party is pro-life. And while many do not call themselves liberal, they share the values which seem to identify with liberalism, particularly a commitment to helping the vulnerable and providing a social safety net.”

    The Democratic Party platform should support: Animal Rights, Defending the Affordable Care Act, Ending Citizens United, Ending Marijuana Prohibition, Giving Greater Visibility to Pro-Life Democrats, Gun Control, Net Neutrality, Raising the Minimum Wage to $15 an Hour, Responding to the Scientific Consensus on Global Warming, and a Sustainable Energy Policy.

    Democrats for Life of America, 10521 Judicial Drive, #200, Fairfax, VA 22030, (703) 424-6663

    • vasu, I knew you would show up. What you say means nothing at all to us. You know absolutely NOTHING about conservatives or Christians. You are a servant of satan.

    • To Sherlock Holmes she is always the woman. I have seldom heard him mention her under any other name. In his eyes she eclipses and predominates the whole of her sex. It was not that he felt any emotion akin to love for Irene Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to his cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. He was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover he would have placed himself in a false position. He never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer—excellent for drawing the veil from men’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into his own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all his mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of his own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as his. And yet there was but one woman to him, and that woman was the late Irene Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.

      I had seen little of Holmes lately. My marriage had drifted us away from each other. My own complete happiness, and the home-centred interests which rise up around the man who first finds himself master of his own establishment, were sufficient to absorb all my attention, while Holmes, who loathed every form of society with his whole Bohemian soul, remained in our lodgings in Baker Street, buried among his old books, and alternating from week to week between cocaine and ambition, the drowsiness of the drug, and the fierce energy of his own keen nature. He was still, as ever, deeply attracted by the study of crime, and occupied his immense faculties and extraordinary powers of observation in following out those clues, and clearing up those mysteries which had been abandoned as hopeless by the official police. From time to time I heard some vague account of his doings: of his summons to Odessa in the case of the Trepoff murder, of his clearing up of the singular tragedy of the Atkinson brothers at Trincomalee, and finally of the mission which he had accomplished so delicately and successfully for the reigning family of Holland. Beyond these signs of his activity, however, which I merely shared with all the readers of the daily press, I knew little of my former friend and companion.

      • One night—it was on the twentieth of March, 1888—I was returning from a journey to a patient (for I had now returned to civil practice), when my way led me through Baker Street. As I passed the well-remembered door, which must always be associated in my mind with my wooing, and with the dark incidents of the Study in Scarlet, I was seized with a keen desire to see Holmes again, and to know how he was employing his extraordinary powers. His rooms were brilliantly lit, and, even as I looked up, I saw his tall, spare figure pass twice in a dark silhouette against the blind. He was pacing the room swiftly, eagerly, with his head sunk upon his chest and his hands clasped behind him. To me, who knew his every mood and habit, his attitude and manner told their own story. He was at work again. He had risen out of his drug-created dreams and was hot upon the scent of some new problem. I rang the bell and was shown up to the chamber which had formerly been in part my own.

        His manner was not effusive. It seldom was; but he was glad, I think, to see me. With hardly a word spoken, but with a kindly eye, he waved me to an armchair, threw across his case of cigars, and indicated a spirit case and a gasogene in the corner. Then he stood before the fire and looked me over in his singular introspective fashion.

        “Wedlock suits you,” he remarked. “I think, Watson, that you have put on seven and a half pounds since I saw you.”

        “Seven!” I answered.

        “Indeed, I should have thought a little more. Just a trifle more, I fancy, Watson. And in practice again, I observe. You did not tell me that you intended to go into harness.”

        “Then, how do you know?”

        “I see it, I deduce it. How do I know that you have been getting yourself very wet lately, and that you have a most clumsy and careless servant girl?”

        “My dear Holmes,” said I, “this is too much. You would certainly have been burned, had you lived a few centuries ago. It is true that I had a country walk on Thursday and came home in a dreadful mess, but as I have changed my clothes I can’t imagine how you deduce it. As to Mary Jane, she is incorrigible, and my wife has given her notice, but there, again, I fail to see how you work it out.”

        He chuckled to himself and rubbed his long, nervous hands together.

      • “It is simplicity itself,” said he; “my eyes tell me that on the inside of your left shoe, just where the firelight strikes it, the leather is scored by six almost parallel cuts. Obviously they have been caused by someone who has very carelessly scraped round the edges of the sole in order to remove crusted mud from it. Hence, you see, my double deduction that you had been out in vile weather, and that you had a particularly malignant boot-slitting specimen of the London slavey. As to your practice, if a gentleman walks into my rooms smelling of iodoform, with a black mark of nitrate of silver upon his right forefinger, and a bulge on the right side of his top-hat to show where he has secreted his stethoscope, I must be dull, indeed, if I do not pronounce him to be an active member of the medical profession.”

        I could not help laughing at the ease with which he explained his process of deduction. “When I hear you give your reasons,” I remarked, “the thing always appears to me to be so ridiculously simple that I could easily do it myself, though at each successive instance of your reasoning I am baffled until you explain your process. And yet I believe that my eyes are as good as yours.”

        “Quite so,” he answered, lighting a cigarette, and throwing himself down into an armchair. “You see, but you do not observe. The distinction is clear. For example, you have frequently seen the steps which lead up from the hall to this room.”

      • “Frequently.”

        “How often?”

        “Well, some hundreds of times.”

        “Then how many are there?”

        “How many? I don’t know.”

        “Quite so! You have not observed. And yet you have seen. That is just my point. Now, I know that there are seventeen steps, because I have both seen and observed. By the way, since you are interested in these little problems, and since you are good enough to chronicle one or two of my trifling experiences, you may be interested in this.” He threw over a sheet of thick, pink-tinted notepaper which had been lying open upon the table. “It came by the last post,” said he. “Read it aloud.”

        The note was undated, and without either signature or address.

        “There will call upon you to-night, at a quarter to eight o’clock,” it said, “a gentleman who desires to consult you upon a matter of the very deepest moment. Your recent services to one of the royal houses of Europe have shown that you are one who may safely be trusted with matters which are of an importance which can hardly be exaggerated. This account of you we have from all quarters received. Be in your chamber then at that hour, and do not take it amiss if your visitor wear a mask.”

        “This is indeed a mystery,” I remarked. “What do you imagine that it means?”

      • “I have no data yet. It is a capital mistake to theorise before one has data. Insensibly one begins to twist facts to suit theories, instead of theories to suit facts. But the note itself. What do you deduce from it?”

        I carefully examined the writing, and the paper upon which it was written.

        “The man who wrote it was presumably well to do,” I remarked, endeavouring to imitate my companion’s processes. “Such paper could not be bought under half a crown a packet. It is peculiarly strong and stiff.”

        “Peculiar—that is the very word,” said Holmes. “It is not an English paper at all. Hold it up to the light.”

        I did so, and saw a large “E” with a small “g,” a “P,” and a large “G” with a small “t” woven into the texture of the paper.

        “What do you make of that?” asked Holmes.

        “The name of the maker, no doubt; or his monogram, rather.”

        “Not at all. The ‘G’ with the small ‘t’ stands for ‘Gesellschaft,’ which is the German for ‘Company.’ It is a customary contraction like our ‘Co.’ ‘P,’ of course, stands for ‘Papier.’ Now for the ‘Eg.’ Let us glance at our Continental Gazetteer.” He took down a heavy brown volume from his shelves. “Eglow, Eglonitz—here we are, Egria. It is in a German-speaking country—in Bohemia, not far from Carlsbad. ‘Remarkable as being the scene of the death of Wallenstein, and for its numerous glass-factories and paper-mills.’ Ha, ha, my boy, what do you make of that?” His eyes sparkled, and he sent up a great blue triumphant cloud from his cigarette.

        “The paper was made in Bohemia,” I said.

      • “Precisely. And the man who wrote the note is a German. Do you note the peculiar construction of the sentence—‘This account of you we have from all quarters received.’ A Frenchman or Russian could not have written that. It is the German who is so uncourteous to his verbs. It only remains, therefore, to discover what is wanted by this German who writes upon Bohemian paper and prefers wearing a mask to showing his face. And here he comes, if I am not mistaken, to resolve all our doubts.”

        As he spoke there was the sharp sound of horses’ hoofs and grating wheels against the curb, followed by a sharp pull at the bell. Holmes whistled.

        “A pair, by the sound,” said he. “Yes,” he continued, glancing out of the window. “A nice little brougham and a pair of beauties. A hundred and fifty guineas apiece. There’s money in this case, Watson, if there is nothing else.”

        “I think that I had better go, Holmes.”

        “Not a bit, Doctor. Stay where you are. I am lost without my Boswell. And this promises to be interesting. It would be a pity to miss it.”

        “But your client—”

        “Never mind him. I may want your help, and so may he. Here he comes. Sit down in that armchair, Doctor, and give us your best attention.”

        A slow and heavy step, which had been heard upon the stairs and in the passage, paused immediately outside the door. Then there was a loud and authoritative tap.

        “Come in!” said Holmes.

        A man entered who could hardly have been less than six feet six inches in height, with the chest and limbs of a Hercules. His dress was rich with a richness which would, in England, be looked upon as akin to bad taste. Heavy bands of astrakhan were slashed across the sleeves and fronts of his double-breasted coat, while the deep blue cloak which was thrown over his shoulders was lined with flame-coloured silk and secured at the neck with a brooch which consisted of a single flaming beryl. Boots which extended halfway up his calves, and which were trimmed at the tops with rich brown fur, completed the impression of barbaric opulence which was suggested by his whole appearance. He carried a broad-brimmed hat in his hand, while he wore across the upper part of his face, extending down past the cheekbones, a black vizard mask, which he had apparently adjusted that very moment, for his hand was still raised to it as he entered. From the lower part of the face he appeared to be a man of strong character, with a thick, hanging lip, and a long, straight chin suggestive of resolution pushed to the length of obstinacy.

      • “You had my note?” he asked with a deep harsh voice and a strongly marked German accent. “I told you that I would call.” He looked from one to the other of us, as if uncertain which to address.

        “Pray take a seat,” said Holmes. “This is my friend and colleague, Dr. Watson, who is occasionally good enough to help me in my cases. Whom have I the honour to address?”

        “You may address me as the Count Von Kramm, a Bohemian nobleman. I understand that this gentleman, your friend, is a man of honour and discretion, whom I may trust with a matter of the most extreme importance. If not, I should much prefer to communicate with you alone.”

        I rose to go, but Holmes caught me by the wrist and pushed me back into my chair. “It is both, or none,” said he. “You may say before this gentleman anything which you may say to me.”

        The Count shrugged his broad shoulders. “Then I must begin,” said he, “by binding you both to absolute secrecy for two years; at the end of that time the matter will be of no importance. At present it is not too much to say that it is of such weight it may have an influence upon European history.”

        “I promise,” said Holmes.

        “And I.”

        “You will excuse this mask,” continued our strange visitor. “The august person who employs me wishes his agent to be unknown to you, and I may confess at once that the title by which I have just called myself is not exactly my own.”

        “I was aware of it,” said Holmes dryly.

        “The circumstances are of great delicacy, and every precaution has to be taken to quench what might grow to be an immense scandal and seriously compromise one of the reigning families of Europe. To speak plainly, the matter implicates the great House of Ormstein, hereditary kings of Bohemia.”

        “I was also aware of that,” murmured Holmes, settling himself down in his armchair and closing his eyes.

        Our visitor glanced with some apparent surprise at the languid, lounging figure of the man who had been no doubt depicted to him as the most incisive reasoner and most energetic agent in Europe. Holmes slowly reopened his eyes and looked impatiently at his gigantic client.

        “If your Majesty would condescend to state your case,” he remarked, “I should be better able to advise you.”

        The man sprang from his chair and paced up and down the room in uncontrollable agitation. Then, with a gesture of desperation, he tore the mask from his face and hurled it upon the ground. “You are right,” he cried; “I am the King. Why should I attempt to conceal it?”

        “Why, indeed?” murmured Holmes. “Your Majesty had not spoken before I was aware that I was addressing Wilhelm Gottsreich Sigismond von Ormstein, Grand Duke of Cassel-Felstein, and hereditary King of Bohemia.”

      • “But you can understand,” said our strange visitor, sitting down once more and passing his hand over his high white forehead, “you can understand that I am not accustomed to doing such business in my own person. Yet the matter was so delicate that I could not confide it to an agent without putting myself in his power. I have come incognito from Prague for the purpose of consulting you.”

        “Then, pray consult,” said Holmes, shutting his eyes once more.

        “The facts are briefly these: Some five years ago, during a lengthy visit to Warsaw, I made the acquaintance of the well-known adventuress, Irene Adler. The name is no doubt familiar to you.”

        “Kindly look her up in my index, Doctor,” murmured Holmes without opening his eyes. For many years he had adopted a system of docketing all paragraphs concerning men and things, so that it was difficult to name a subject or a person on which he could not at once furnish information. In this case I found her biography sandwiched in between that of a Hebrew rabbi and that of a staff-commander who had written a monograph upon the deep-sea fishes.

        “Let me see!” said Holmes. “Hum! Born in New Jersey in the year 1858. Contralto—hum! La Scala, hum! Prima donna Imperial Opera of Warsaw—yes! Retired from operatic stage—ha! Living in London—quite so! Your Majesty, as I understand, became entangled with this young person, wrote her some compromising letters, and is now desirous of getting those letters back.”

        “Precisely so. But how—”

        “Was there a secret marriage?”


        “No legal papers or certificates?”


        “Then I fail to follow your Majesty. If this young person should produce her letters for blackmailing or other purposes, how is she to prove their authenticity?”

        “There is the writing.”

        “Pooh, pooh! Forgery.”

        “My private note-paper.”


        “My own seal.”


        “My photograph.”


        “We were both in the photograph.”

        “Oh, dear! That is very bad! Your Majesty has indeed committed an indiscretion.”

        “I was mad—insane.”

        “You have compromised yourself seriously.”

        “I was only Crown Prince then. I was young. I am but thirty now.”

        “It must be recovered.”

        “We have tried and failed.”

        “Your Majesty must pay. It must be bought.”

        “She will not sell.”

        “Stolen, then.”

        “Five attempts have been made. Twice burglars in my pay ransacked her house. Once we diverted her luggage when she travelled. Twice she has been waylaid. There has been no result.”

        “No sign of it?”

        “Absolutely none.”

        Holmes laughed. “It is quite a pretty little problem,” said he.

        “But a very serious one to me,” returned the King reproachfully.

        “Very, indeed. And what does she propose to do with the photograph?”

        “To ruin me.”

        “But how?”

        “I am about to be married.”

        “So I have heard.”

      • “To Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, second daughter of the King of Scandinavia. You may know the strict principles of her family. She is herself the very soul of delicacy. A shadow of a doubt as to my conduct would bring the matter to an end.”

        “And Irene Adler?”

        “Threatens to send them the photograph. And she will do it. I know that she will do it. You do not know her, but she has a soul of steel. She has the face of the most beautiful of women, and the mind of the most resolute of men. Rather than I should marry another woman, there are no lengths to which she would not go—none.”

        “You are sure that she has not sent it yet?”

        “I am sure.”

        “And why?”

        “Because she has said that she would send it on the day when the betrothal was publicly proclaimed. That will be next Monday.”

        “Oh, then we have three days yet,” said Holmes with a yawn. “That is very fortunate, as I have one or two matters of importance to look into just at present. Your Majesty will, of course, stay in London for the present?”

        “Certainly. You will find me at the Langham under the name of the Count Von Kramm.”

        “Then I shall drop you a line to let you know how we progress.”

        “Pray do so. I shall be all anxiety.”

        “Then, as to money?”

        “You have carte blanche.”


        “I tell you that I would give one of the provinces of my kingdom to have that photograph.”

        “And for present expenses?”

        The King took a heavy chamois leather bag from under his cloak and laid it on the table.

        “There are three hundred pounds in gold and seven hundred in notes,” he said.

        Holmes scribbled a receipt upon a sheet of his note-book and handed it to him.

        “And Mademoiselle’s address?” he asked.

        “Is Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St. John’s Wood.”

        Holmes took a note of it. “One other question,” said he. “Was the photograph a cabinet?”

        “It was.”

        “Then, good-night, your Majesty, and I trust that we shall soon have some good news for you. And good-night, Watson,” he added, as the wheels of the royal brougham rolled down the street. “If you will be good enough to call to-morrow afternoon at three o’clock I should like to chat this little matter over with you.

      • At three o’clock precisely I was at Baker Street, but Holmes had not yet returned. The landlady informed me that he had left the house shortly after eight o’clock in the morning. I sat down beside the fire, however, with the intention of awaiting him, however long he might be. I was already deeply interested in his inquiry, for, though it was surrounded by none of the grim and strange features which were associated with the two crimes which I have already recorded, still, the nature of the case and the exalted station of his client gave it a character of its own. Indeed, apart from the nature of the investigation which my friend had on hand, there was something in his masterly grasp of a situation, and his keen, incisive reasoning, which made it a pleasure to me to study his system of work, and to follow the quick, subtle methods by which he disentangled the most inextricable mysteries. So accustomed was I to his invariable success that the very possibility of his failing had ceased to enter into my head.

        It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered, with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend’s amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look three times before I was certain that it was indeed he. With a nod he vanished into the bedroom, whence he emerged in five minutes tweed-suited and respectable, as of old. Putting his hands into his pockets, he stretched out his legs in front of the fire and laughed heartily for some minutes.

        “Well, really!” he cried, and then he choked and laughed again until he was obliged to lie back, limp and helpless, in the chair.

        “What is it?”

        “It’s quite too funny. I am sure you could never guess how I employed my morning, or what I ended by doing.”

        “I can’t imagine. I suppose that you have been watching the habits, and perhaps the house, of Miss Irene Adler.”

        “Quite so; but the sequel was rather unusual. I will tell you, however. I left the house a little after eight o’clock this morning in the character of a groom out of work. There is a wonderful sympathy and freemasonry among horsey men. Be one of them, and you will know all that there is to know. I soon found Briony Lodge. It is a bijou villa, with a garden at the back, but built out in front right up to the road, two stories. Chubb lock to the door. Large sitting-room on the right side, well furnished, with long windows almost to the floor, and those preposterous English window fasteners which a child could open. Behind there was nothing remarkable, save that the passage window could be reached from the top of the coach-house. I walked round it and examined it closely from every point of view, but without noting anything else of interest.

        “I then lounged down the street and found, as I expected, that there was a mews in a lane which runs down by one wall of the garden. I lent the ostlers a hand in rubbing down their horses, and received in exchange twopence, a glass of half-and-half, two fills of shag tobacco, and as much information as I could desire about Miss Adler, to say nothing of half a dozen other people in the neighbourhood in whom I was not in the least interested, but whose biographies I was compelled to listen to.”

        “And what of Irene Adler?” I asked.

        “Oh, she has turned all the men’s heads down in that part. She is the daintiest thing under a bonnet on this planet. So say the Serpentine-mews, to a man. She lives quietly, sings at concerts, drives out at five every day, and returns at seven sharp for dinner. Seldom goes out at other times, except when she sings. Has only one male visitor, but a good deal of him. He is dark, handsome, and dashing, never calls less than once a day, and often twice. He is a Mr. Godfrey Norton, of the Inner Temple. See the advantages of a cabman as a confidant. They had driven him home a dozen times from Serpentine-mews, and knew all about him. When I had listened to all they had to tell, I began to walk up and down near Briony Lodge once more, and to think over my plan of campaign.

      • “This Godfrey Norton was evidently an important factor in the matter. He was a lawyer. That sounded ominous. What was the relation between them, and what the object of his repeated visits? Was she his client, his friend, or his mistress? If the former, she had probably transferred the photograph to his keeping. If the latter, it was less likely. On the issue of this question depended whether I should continue my work at Briony Lodge, or turn my attention to the gentleman’s chambers in the Temple. It was a delicate point, and it widened the field of my inquiry. I fear that I bore you with these details, but I have to let you see my little difficulties, if you are to understand the situation.”

        “I am following you closely,” I answered.

        “I was still balancing the matter in my mind when a hansom cab drove up to Briony Lodge, and a gentleman sprang out. He was a remarkably handsome man, dark, aquiline, and moustached—evidently the man of whom I had heard. He appeared to be in a great hurry, shouted to the cabman to wait, and brushed past the maid who opened the door with the air of a man who was thoroughly at home.

        “He was in the house about half an hour, and I could catch glimpses of him in the windows of the sitting-room, pacing up and down, talking excitedly, and waving his arms. Of her I could see nothing. Presently he emerged, looking even more flurried than before. As he stepped up to the cab, he pulled a gold watch from his pocket and looked at it earnestly, ‘Drive like the devil,’ he shouted, ‘first to Gross & Hankey’s in Regent Street, and then to the Church of St. Monica in the Edgeware Road. Half a guinea if you do it in twenty minutes!’

        “Away they went, and I was just wondering whether I should not do well to follow them when up the lane came a neat little landau, the coachman with his coat only half-buttoned, and his tie under his ear, while all the tags of his harness were sticking out of the buckles. It hadn’t pulled up before she shot out of the hall door and into it. I only caught a glimpse of her at the moment, but she was a lovely woman, with a face that a man might die for.

        “‘The Church of St. Monica, John,’ she cried, ‘and half a sovereign if you reach it in twenty minutes.’

        “This was quite too good to lose, Watson. I was just balancing whether I should run for it, or whether I should perch behind her landau when a cab came through the street. The driver looked twice at such a shabby fare, but I jumped in before he could object. ‘The Church of St. Monica,’ said I, ‘and half a sovereign if you reach it in twenty minutes.’ It was twenty-five minutes to twelve, and of course it was clear enough what was in the wind.

        “My cabby drove fast. I don’t think I ever drove faster, but the others were there before us. The cab and the landau with their steaming horses were in front of the door when I arrived. I paid the man and hurried into the church. There was not a soul there save the two whom I had followed and a surpliced clergyman, who seemed to be expostulating with them. They were all three standing in a knot in front of the altar. I lounged up the side aisle like any other idler who has dropped into a church. Suddenly, to my surprise, the three at the altar faced round to me, and Godfrey Norton came running as hard as he could towards me.

        “‘Thank God,’ he cried. ‘You’ll do. Come! Come!’

        “‘What then?’ I asked.

        “‘Come, man, come, only three minutes, or it won’t be legal.’

        “I was half-dragged up to the altar, and before I knew where I was I found myself mumbling responses which were whispered in my ear, and vouching for things of which I knew nothing, and generally assisting in the secure tying up of Irene Adler, spinster, to Godfrey Norton, bachelor. It was all done in an instant, and there was the gentleman thanking me on the one side and the lady on the other, while the clergyman beamed on me in front. It was the most preposterous position in which I ever found myself in my life, and it was the thought of it that started me laughing just now. It seems that there had been some informality about their license, that the clergyman absolutely refused to marry them without a witness of some sort, and that my lucky appearance saved the bridegroom from having to sally out into the streets in search of a best man. The bride gave me a sovereign, and I mean to wear it on my watch chain in memory of the occasion.”

      • “This is a very unexpected turn of affairs,” said I; “and what then?”

        “Well, I found my plans very seriously menaced. It looked as if the pair might take an immediate departure, and so necessitate very prompt and energetic measures on my part. At the church door, however, they separated, he driving back to the Temple, and she to her own house. ‘I shall drive out in the park at five as usual,’ she said as she left him. I heard no more. They drove away in different directions, and I went off to make my own arrangements.”

        “Which are?”

        “Some cold beef and a glass of beer,” he answered, ringing the bell. “I have been too busy to think of food, and I am likely to be busier still this evening. By the way, Doctor, I shall want your co-operation.”

        “I shall be delighted.”

        “You don’t mind breaking the law?”

        “Not in the least.”

        “Nor running a chance of arrest?”

        “Not in a good cause.”

        “Oh, the cause is excellent!”

        “Then I am your man.”

        “I was sure that I might rely on you.”

        “But what is it you wish?”

        “When Mrs. Turner has brought in the tray I will make it clear to you. Now,” he said as he turned hungrily on the simple fare that our landlady had provided, “I must discuss it while I eat, for I have not much time. It is nearly five now. In two hours we must be on the scene of action. Miss Irene, or Madame, rather, returns from her drive at seven. We must be at Briony Lodge to meet her.”

        “And what then?”

        “You must leave that to me. I have already arranged what is to occur. There is only one point on which I must insist. You must not interfere, come what may. You understand?”

        “I am to be neutral?”

      • “To do nothing whatever. There will probably be some small unpleasantness. Do not join in it. It will end in my being conveyed into the house. Four or five minutes afterwards the sitting-room window will open. You are to station yourself close to that open window.”


        “You are to watch me, for I will be visible to you.”


        “And when I raise my hand—so—you will throw into the room what I give you to throw, and will, at the same time, raise the cry of fire. You quite follow me?”


        “It is nothing very formidable,” he said, taking a long cigar-shaped roll from his pocket. “It is an ordinary plumber’s smoke-rocket, fitted with a cap at either end to make it self-lighting. Your task is confined to that. When you raise your cry of fire, it will be taken up by quite a number of people. You may then walk to the end of the street, and I will rejoin you in ten minutes. I hope that I have made myself clear?”

        “I am to remain neutral, to get near the window, to watch you, and at the signal to throw in this object, then to raise the cry of fire, and to wait you at the corner of the street.”


        “Then you may entirely rely on me.”

        “That is excellent. I think, perhaps, it is almost time that I prepare for the new role I have to play.”

    • The day a black man became potus of America is the day black slavery & “black oppression” became a non talking point in AMERICA….
      1) black slavery started when africa’s own kings sold their people first to other tribes then to Europeans & middle easterners ,
      2) America fought and ended black slavery within it’s own borders as democrats not only founded the KKK but fought to keep black slavery and MANY WHITES DIED ending black slavery,
      3) the 1st American black slave owner was a BLACK MAN named Anthony Johnson, blacks owned white slaves too,
      4) the word slavery is not indicative to ONLY BLACKS as MANY ethnicities & religions have been slaves throughout history Irish, whites, Christians, & Jews suffered the MOST as millions were tortured and murdered during the Jewish genocide when they were slaves GET OVER IT
      5) NO ONE TODAY has owned a black slave or has been a black slave and if blacks and liberals TRULY CARE about this issue how about addressing the black slavery STILL HAPPENING in Africa, middle east and other countries instead of America where it’s NOT HAPPENING?
      6) the “black slavery victim privilege” card is no longer valid… so liberals and “self victimized” blacks need to GET OVER IT or keep themselves a slave to their own weak & racist mind.

    • Vasu, so you had to wait to get you check from George Soros before you could cut and paste your facts!!, which you repeatedly take out of context. Go back to swimming in the filthy swamp of the Democratic Party

  2. I have nothing but high praise for Mr. West, not only for him accepting Christ as his personal savior. But speaking the truth about some of the evilness the Democrat party stands for. It’s about time!! More and more people of color are becoming Republicans because they know they have been duped , lied to and just plain used by the demon party.
    I just want to say to Mr. West, that your journey with Christ will not be an easy one. You will face many challenges and test. And quite frankly , Satan is ticked off. He will tempt you and try to twist your thinking. But stand tall and remain firm because your reward in Heaven will well worth every challenge you face. God bless and keep you!!!!

      • Patrick Cross; Perhaps you are correct. But let’s” hope” he has accepted Christ and not using HIM to just make money. Because if he is, then Mr. West’s judgment will be dealt with. And it will be harsh.

      • Unhunh and your playing Jesus Christ who knows all. Grow up. Innocent UNTIL proven guilty unlike the Dem way where you’re guilty and we’ll find the evidence.

  3. I am staunchly Republican, but if the Republican Party were to shift positions, I would not follow. I hold Democrats to the same standard.

  4. These treasonous hypocrite libs(lying sack of Schiff) don’t know the meaning of the truth! They are at it again and just as mentally deranged as the rest of the Globalists NAZI Muslim Commie Liberal Demoncrats! Deep State, Pelosi, Waters, Schumer, Hollywood, Academia, Fake News, Swamp News and you know the rest!! ‪Expose, Boycott, Sue, prosecute and bring to justice all these lying Fake News deep state treasonous Godless NAZI commie liberal demoncrats and RINOs post-haste,Patriots! Drain the rat infested swamp President Trump!‬

  5. I told all you on here that it racist white folk that keep black folk in poverty on the gov plantation of free handouts but they better keep doin’ right and vote whitey back in. White folk is racist ’cause they blacks is too stupid to get a job so they need affirmative action and if they don’t keep votin’ whitey back in office they gonna drown when the polar ice melts ahahahahahahaha

    • Child, the Dem party is made up of blacks who also play the same game like Maxine Waters, Al Sharpton, Sheila Jackson Lee and the rest.

    • Gee Red man, I think you are the racist here. Your words spew hate towards the whites.It is obvious that you blame us for all the blacks lack of success and everthing else they cannot accomplish. How do you explain all the blacks who have become doctors, lawyers, CEOs, family men with jobs and homes etc. These people have ambition, the willingness to struggle and most of all PRIDE. They could have easily sat back and waited for the government to “keep” them. These are the Black Americans other blacks should try to emulate. As long as we are willing to pay their way they will not change.

  6. OMG!! Never seen it piled this high. I’ve known a lot of born again Christians. Give the man a chance to put up or shut up. I’m not a fan of West because he shows his ass too much. Let’s see what he’s becoming.


  7. For me personally, I find Kayne West refreshing. He mimics my thought precisely. I happen to be an Italian American who is offended by racism. If someone were to place that label on me simply because I’m “white” (whatever that is), I’d be offended. Frankly Kayne has risen above the standard rhetoric of race baters who constantly refer to “whites” or conservatives as racist. That is totally untrue. It’s refreshing to me to hear it coming from an African-American who has made himself into a success. Kudos to him and his accomplishments.

    • And who said, “We’ll have these ni***rs voting for us for the next hundred years.”? It was LBJ when he signed the Civil Rights Act. And check which party got that bill over the top? Republican. And the Carpet Baggers after the civil war who came South? Democrats. Established Jim Crow laws? Democrats.

  8. I’ve never been a Kanye West fan, especially after his stunt at the AMAs but this is not the only thing I’ve seen showing that GOD has entered his life. I believe his Christian awakening began as he experienced the Miracles of seeing his children born. I have read other things about this young man that make it clear that he is growing not only as a Christian but as a Man. Lastly, who am I to judge anyone else’s relationship with GOD? He is confessing with his mouth and only he and GOD know what is in his heart. Until he shows differently I will stand firmly behind Mr. West and pray that he continues to grow in Christ and with his resources continue to fight the Good Fight.

  9. Anyone can “woke” and begin to make sense. Credit to West for being one of those who has. Democrats hate to see someone realize what they have been doing to them for decades, while they called their opponents racists. Just “walk away”.

  10. Dems and RINOs always have been, are and always will be the racist and bigoted group who cares for no one or nothing but their own power, and the minions will find that out if they ever get the power they’re after. Right now their bigotry is primarily aimed at conservatives for being against their reckless spending, and unlawfulness,criminal behavior, and treason. Too bad we don’t have a judicial system that works for us common folks either.

    • Don you are so right. What is really scary. The democrats are willing to sacrifice power and the entire future of the democratic party to get Trump. Just what the hell are they hiding (covering up) that they will throw their future away. Power is their only goal. If they are willing to freely give that up they must be very very afraid of something. Prison maybe or a rope for treason?


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