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It’s only been in recent years that I realized that a childhood event ignited the spark in me, which grew into a full-fledged flame by young adulthood. In researching this incident as well as I can, over fifty five years later, I discovered the startling fact that it apparently occurred on the same day as the historical event that most haunts me.
On November 22, 1963, not only was John F. Kennedy assassinated, my older brother’s life was impacted and in some ways ruined by a monstrous injustice. A freshman in high school, he made the mistake of following the suggestion of some older, undoubtedly popular boys, to “goose” the bottom of a particular older girl.
This girl was not only popular, but her father was a military General. When my brother touched her precious ass, in an effort to become popular himself, the entire weight of the high school administration came down upon him. He was ushered into the principal’s office, where this well-paid educator screamed at him, “Do you realize what you’ve done?” so angrily that he wet his pants.
The boys who’d egged him on nevertheless were now irate at my brother, and formed a veritable lynch mob. The situation was so precarious that the police had to be called, to safely escort my terrified brother from the school. The school meted out a punishment that might better reflect a student who had savagely raped, not merely “goosed,” a female peer. He was summarily expelled from the school, and was taken to juvenile court on charges that I have no knowledge of and can’t comprehend.
The girl’s powerful father had a real legal team involved, and it’s fortunate, I suppose, that my hapless brother avoided prison time. He was forced to attend regular mental health group sessions, with youngsters that had truly severe issues. I especially remember him talking about one boy who never removed his hand from covering his mouth. These sessions served to impress upon my brother that he was mentally ill, and set the tone for the rest of his life.
My brother was forced to go to another local high school, and thereafter lived with my married sister and her young family. He would come home on the weekends, and the change in him was startling, especially to an impressionable seven year old like me. He would beat his head against the wall in frustration, started half-laughing and half-crying at times for no reason, and would sometimes approach me with his hands heading for my neck, as if he intended to strangle me.
My parents reacted very curiously to all this. Instead of defending my brother, and lashing out in anger at the wild, punitive overreaction from the school administration, my father grew even more bitter at the world, and my mother wanted no mention of the incident, and lied to everyone about why my brother was no longer living with us. I heard my father rage constantly about the crooked court, the crooked judge, and the very wealthy family that was behind that crookedness.
I didn’t really understand what my brother had done, but it certainly seemed as if “goosing” someone was a horrible crime. I heard that word over and over again, especially from my father, who would rant at my brother about why he’d “goosed” that girl. I began feeling a heavy weight on my seven year old shoulders, as children grilled me regularly about “what happened with your brother?” and “why isn’t he living with you all any more?”
My mother basically pretended nothing had happened, and I was aware of this every time I lied about why my brother had left home. I think “he’s helping my sister” was the line I most often used. I remember thinking the other kids were looking at me, and whispering to each other, about the serious crime my brother had committed.
It wasn’t until after both my parents had passed away that I realized just how significant this one incident had been, not only to my brother, but to me. It directly effected my brother by destroying his self-confidence, immersed him in the putrid mental health world, probably killed any chance he had to become a financial success in life, and is almost certainly responsible for the fact he never married or had children.
Its impact on me was less direct, but just as powerful. Although I was eight and half years younger, for all intents and purposes I became the big brother from that day forward. Combined with the JFK assassination happening at the exact same moment, my young mind became instantly distrustful of all authority. I could tell, at seven years old, that just as Lee Harvey Oswald hadn’t assassinated the president, my brother’s absurd punishment for an offense that should have maybe garnered a few days of detention demonstrated that the authorities weren’t interested in justice.
For decades, I suppressed this incident, and never recognized the way it had helped form my own radical mindset. I often wish I’d questioned my mother about it, but she was just as reluctant as my brother was to talk about it. It was only recently that my brother began opening up at least a bit. Before that, he would become uncharacteristically angry at the very mention of the subject, and invariably still blamed himself, usually saying, “I can’t believe I did something so stupid.”
The impact on my brother can also still be seen in the fact he has suppressed the name of the girl he “goosed.” Considering that he has an almost “Rainman” like ability to recall the names of even kindergarten classmates, over sixty years later, this is truly remarkable. The fact that he can’t remember the name of the person who had more influence on the direction his life took than almost anyone else can only be attributed to his purposefully suppressing a painful memory.
After he started opening up, I learned other details that staggered me even further. My brother claimed that the principal who’d screamed at him actually followed him to his new school, where he would regularly come into his classrooms, sit near him and stare at him. More incredibly, he would walk up to my brother if he attempted to talk to a girl in the hallway, and ask the girl with great concern, “Is he bothering you?” These incomprehensible tidbits had me thinking I was heading down one of my usual political rabbit holes.
I contacted the juvenile court system, and found people there as interested as I was once I told them the incredible story. But the records were already nearly fifty years old, and there are always privacy considerations for minors, etc. I even tried the high school where the incident took place, but again, too much time had passed. I need to know the truth for myself, if not for my brother. Even with my cynical adult perspective, it is hard to fathom how school authorities acted the way they did.
We are all the sum of our experiences, and early childhood events can set an adult personality in stone. Certainly, those youngsters who are sexually assaulted are impacted forever. The same thing goes for those who were viciously bullied as children. Perhaps my brother’s experience is the main reason I’ve always been so drawn to the side of bullied victims. It was certainly a great inspiration for me in writing my upcoming book The Bullyocracy: How the Social Hierarchy Enables Bullies to Rule Schools, Work Places, and Society at Large.
It felt therapeutic to write this. Sometimes it’s important to step away for a minute from the political and cultural madness that normally preoccupy my thoughts. Self- searching, introspection can lead to important insights for all of us.
Pat Buchanan’s strong campaign challenge to sitting President George H.W. Bush in 1992 was derailed only through typical homegrown voting fraud. Allowed to address the Republican convention, Buchanan gave a speech that seems more prescient every day, as we watch America go the way of the Roman empire.
“There is a religious war going on in this country. It is a cultural war, as critical to the kind of nation we shall be as was the Cold War itself, for this war is for the soul of America.” Buchanan declared. Twenty seven years later, Buchanan is still around, and making occasional appearances on talk shows. Anyone who turns on any television station, or listens to what’s left of the music industry, or attends a movie, understands that this war was lost without a single shot being fired in retaliation.
Buchanan made his speech under less than courageous circumstances; he was capitulating to a Deep State that engineered the rigging of the primaries against him, and extending support to a soulless plutocrat that opposed him on every important issue. But his point remains. The “conservatives” who seemingly were protecting traditional America folded on immigration, toxic feminism, anti-Christianity, and the increasingly vile anti-white messages that rang out from every pillar of the establishment, never even waving a white flag. But they surrendered as surely as any army ever did.
As someone who has never been, and never will be a “conservative,” their submission to forces that were becoming increasingly angry, irrational, and prone to violence, makes me loathe them even more. It isn’t a “left” or “right” position to strive for civility, empathy, and harmony. Those fighting on the other side of this culture war, the eventual victors, were never civil, empathetic, or harmonious. They never tolerated those they claimed were intolerant, and truly hated the alleged “haters.”
Because of this needless acquiescence to in-your-face authoritarianism, we have reached a point where Netflix can feel confident in airing a show about God. Needless to say, this Almighty isn’t something to worship or be proud of; Steve Buscemi portrays an uncaring, drunken and disheveled deity. Co-star Daniel “Harry Potter” Radcliffe has declared, “I’m an atheist, and a militant atheist.” Jesus Christ has been a decidedly non-omnipotent character on adult cartoons Family Guy and South Park. These supremely confident cultural war victors are now openly advocating infanticide.
Under the rules of these unacknowledged terms of surrender, a private business cannot be offended by a gay wedding cake. However, a private business can be offended by the likes of a Sarah Huckabee Sanders, and order her unceremoniously off the premises. This selective outrage is part and parcel of the identity politics that rules our civilization now. Some sensitivities can be more offended than others, to paraphrase from Animal Farm.
Sure, there were a few crumbs thrown out to the “conservatives” to keep them happy. I don’t consider it any kind of victory to convert “liberal” into a dirty word. Talk radio is all but dominated by these “conservatives,” who are given free reign to castigate “liberals,” as long as they unfailingly support Israel, legal immigration, the military and medical industrial complexes, our counterfeit Federal Reserve banking system, our injustice system, and every other part of the poisonous swamp that sustains this ugly new culture. Focusing on shadowy “welfare cheats” and reminding the sheeple that “there is no such thing as a free lunch” guarantees a successful career in the industry.
When I graduated from high school in 1974, there wasn’t a single Hispanic in my large graduating class. The very word was unknown. In barely forty years, America managed to import a new underclass, that has become the largest minority group in the country. The fact that most of this was accomplished illegally makes it even more unconscionable. Until Donald Trump ran for president, the last vocal opposition from a political candidate to this nonstop invasion was from Pat Buchanan himself, over twenty years earlier. The opposition to illegal immigration had effectively disappeared until Trump.
Does anyone really think Donald Trump will “win” on this issue? Does Trump think he will win, or even want to win? He hasn’t mentioned deportations in a long time. He isn’t going to bring the troops home from the 160 countries where they are inexplicably stationed around the world, and use them to guard the border. He will probably cave into Barack Obama’s contrived “dreamers.” If he was serious about winning this particular aspect of the culture war, he would have issued an Executive Order tying all government aid to legal status. He would have ended the H-1B Visa foreign worker program. The much trumpeted “wall,” if it ever is built, will not be paid for by Mexico, and may very well be used to keep people in, not out.
And Trump, with all his flip flopping and probable insincerity, is the best the side of supposed traditional values has to offer. There is no one else even fighting this war in Washington, D.C. No public figure will even have the courage to state that the white nationalists at Charlottesburg, or any of their ilk, are human beings. No one will grant that they “breathe the same air as we do,” to quote from the greatest speech any president has ever delivered, JFK’s “peace” speech at American University. This is the essential problem; because they haven’t been countered, the emboldened social justice warriors have cut through American culture like a hot knife through butter. They have dehumanized those they label as “racists” and “nazis” to such an extent that most people shrug and accept that such demons don’t deserve any rights.
When you permit an out of control force to remain unchecked, you find yourself in the situation we face today. The large fashion house Gucci recently apologized for their ugly sweater that covers the wearer’s mouth. They didn’t apologize for the unattractive nature of their product, they apologized because some rocket scientist on Twitter responded to it with “Happy Black History Month, y’all.” This sweater became roughly the two trillionth example of modern “racism.” Adidas dropped a new white tennis shoe because it was “racist” to introduce it during Black History Month. Social Justice Warrior Katy Perry hurriedly scrapped her fashion company’s new shoe because it supposedly resembled “blackface.”
Because only one side is now fighting this culture war, outside of Donald Trump’s feeble tweets from a dark corner of the White House, the tactics will only get worse. When white tennis shoes are racist, what isn’t? Why not the color white itself? Why not just proclaim that all white people are racist, simply because they are white? This isn’t really far from what is being claimed now, by even respected college professors. When you can have campuses across the nation filled with “black studies” and “gender studies” classes, which exist solely to promote empowerment of blacks and women respectively, and to denigrate whites and men respectively, we have essentially arrived at that point. Remember their admonition that all lives don’t matter. White privilege and all that.
The most offensive anti-white, anti-Christian slurs imaginable are permitted by a social media monopoly that has banned the likes of Alex Jones for “objectionable” content. Young high school kids are threatened openly by celebrities and “journalists,” and mocked for being….white. The families of these kids have hired a high powered attorney to potentially sue some of these individuals and outlets. I am skeptical this will ever happen. If it does, it will be the first effective counter punch to the social justice warriors in decades. It would be akin to a new shot heard around the world.
I watched a bit of the Grammys the other night, exclusively for purposes of research. The Idiocracy is never more visible than in these awards shows nowadays. Every one features the same ingredients; a wildly disproportionate number of blacks, a casualness and vulgarity of fashion that would make our grandparents think this was another planet. Alicia Keys, the obnoxious host of this year’s Grammys, talked in a ghetto dialect, trying desperately to sound as ignorant as possible. Keys was raised alone by a white mother, far from any inner city. She also was dressed in what looked like a bath robe with a towel wrapped around her head.
It’s hard for someone like me to find a niche these days. Where does a populist who admires Huey Long, a pure civil libertarian who believes in genuine progress and reform, and advocates for peace, find his peers? Not in a Democratic Party that believes in 57 genders, hates white people, and wants workers fired for the slip of a tongue. Not in a Republican Party that worships Ayn Rand, thinks greed is good, and wants to eliminate the minimum wage. With the emergence of Trump, nearly all Americans have dug their heels in behind one of these two illustrious “choices.”
The culture war was lost when the opponents of the social justice warriors allowed them to define all issues in emotional terms. It was lost when white leaders refused to disagree with the “all whites are evil” mantra. It was lost when no one effectively boycotted the putrid products of Hollywood. It was lost when the educational system became hijacked exclusively by whites who hated themselves for being white, and nonwhites who were convinced that whites were holding them back. It was lost when no one objected to the systemic Affirmative Action hiring practices of government agencies and the private sector.
The election of Donald Trump was probably a last gasp effort to stop the vengeful hordes storming the castle gates. The rest of our leaders are all but speaking ebonics themselves, ready to go to battle to protect the “dreamers” who illegally entered this country, scoffing at “creationism” as they worship the fantastic fables of establishment science, faithfully consuming the products of Big Pharma as they do so. They are all waiting at Appomattox, begging for another dreadful Reconstruction.
Now Esquire magazine has invoked the wrath of the social justice warriors, merely by having a white male on its cover, under the headline “An American Boy.” The reaction on social media- where the end of the cultural war is most obvious- was predictable. One self-proclaimed “violent savage Arab queer” was incensed. Others invoked the Black History Month thing again; evidently, now anything that happens in February is automatically “racist.” Even though Esquire quickly explained this was merely part of a series, that will include nonwhite and female youths, it was still considered inappropriate that a “white boy” was chosen first.
The losers in this cultural war placidly accepted the undefinable concepts of “hate speech” and “hate crime.” They dutifully refer to the “N” word, and support the ruination of anyone unwise enough to say it, while simultaneously understanding that certain segments of the population can treat it as their favorite word. They’ve permitted schools and streets named after former American heroes to be changed to something suitably politically correct.
We have allowed a culture of vapid stupidity to be built. Texting-style shorthand has breached speech as well. Most Americans sound incredibly dumb these days, look slovenly and unattractive, and appear to lack a moral compass. It’s becoming easier and easier for those manipulating this mess to achieve their goals.
What their ultimate goal is remains unclear. But it certainly doesn’t seem to be anything uplifting, or anything for the betterment of the people.
One of Donald Trump’s most recent tweets has finally convinced me that he is literally an actor, strutting across the world stage. While Trump has displayed an incomprehensibly inarticulate nature, and an abysmal lack of spelling ability, this latest tweet is just too over the top. Hamberders? Are we actually to believe that the President of the United States, a billionaire in the corporate world, one who attended Fordham University and the University of Pennsylvania’s Wharton School of Finance, is not able to spell “hamburger” correctly?
Trump’s latest egregious spelling error occurred during a tweet celebrating yet another cartoonish escapade, where a “fast food buffet” was served to the NCAA football champion Clemson players. Trump, always in character, made certain to boast that he personally paid for this low-cost feast. And exaggerate the number of “hamberders” that were bought. Was it 300? Or 1000?
It was natural for Donald Trump to choose fast food. According to what we’re told, he eats almost nothing except McDonalds’s, Wendy’s, Burger King, and KFC. And washes this garbage down with an alleged twelve Diet Cokes every day. This would be a suicidal diet for anyone, let alone an overweight seventy two year old.
The leader of the free world has topped George Dubya Bush, the great “decider,” in terms of grammatical gaffes. Trump has bragged about having the “best words.” Trump once tweeted out a confusing mess that included “covfefe,” which appeared to be an attempt at spelling “coverage.” During a May 2017 press release about Trump’s trip to Israel, his office mimicked his style, with misspellings that should have seemingly been caught by any educated staffer.
Trump misspelled the first name of his ambassadorial nominee Jon Huntsman. He used “council” in a sentence that should have read “White House counsel.” A week later, the president misused the word again, and this time misspelled it as “councel.” In a December 2016 snipe at China, he accused them of “an unpresidented act.” He once tweeted, “How low has President Obama gone to tapp my phones…”
Trump’s official inauguration poster contained the comical ungrammatical sentence: “No dream is too big, no challenge is to great.” Trump’s crack White House staff once managed to misspell “attaker” more than twenty times in a list of supposedly under reported terrorist attacks. The White House also misspelled Theresa May’s first name as “Teresa” in the schedule for her early 2017 visit. Teresa May, coincidentally or not, is the name of a British porn star.
Trump struggled to spell the word “hereby,” misspelling it as both “hear by” and “hearby” in two different tweets. The two laughably sandwiched a call for education reform. This brought to mind one of Dubya Bush’s most hilariously ungrammatical comments that included, “Is our children learning.” An angry Trump lashed out at the media about “thr” coverage that “gas been so false and angry..” Simple typos, but clearly neither Trump nor anyone else in the White House proofreads his tweets.
The transcript of Trump’s phone call with the leader of Colombia misspelled the country as “Columbia.” Shortly after taking the oath of office, Donald Trump set the tone clearly, when he tweeted about being “honered to serve you.” Trump has misspelled “separation.” While doling out his typical praise on the military, Trump referred to the Marine Corps as “Marine Core.” Trump has, probably intentionally, misspelled the odious Rep. Adam Schiff’s name as Adam “Schitt.” Also probably intentionally, he has spelled Obama’s first name as “Barrack.” He has even spelled his wife’s name as “Melanie” on Twitter. Well, Obama did refer to his wife as “Michael,” opening up a whole different can of conspiratorial worms.
Donald Trump’s routine misspellings, and construction of such ungrammatical sentences on Twitter, would shame your barely literate typical American teenager. Spelling “wait” as “waite?” “Smocking gun?” Predictably, Trump’s hard-core defenders maintain that his grammatical errors are done purposefully, part of the whole “he’s playing 8,000D chess” theory. Certainly, his gaffes often bring extra attention to whatever point he’s trying to make. Is Trump really a 159 IQ genius, playing to his base by trying to appear to be as “real” as they are?
Or is Donald Trump a crisis actor par excellence, summoned by forces above us all to ride in recklessly on an off-white horse, to bull rush his way through a cultural china shop? To parrot catch phrases like “America first” and “lock her up,” which appealed to millions of disaffected voters most impacted by unbridled immigration, disastrous trade policies, and corporate greed? Is his tough talking, unapologetic style scripted to evoke a bygone era when men were men, women were women, and there were no other genders?
Trump’s recent choice of William Barr as his new Attorney General is not remotely believable as anything other than theater. We are told by no less than Lindsay Graham that Barr has been “best friends” with Robert Mueller for decades. The same Mueller that is pushing every imaginary Russian button he can invent, in order to appease all the Trump-haters out there. Why would a politician pick his supposed enemy’s “best friend” as his choice to monitor that enemy’s persecution of him? Of all Trump’s inexplicable, Never Trumper-style picks, this one was the most difficult to defend.
The Donald Trump phenomenon has succeeded in resurrecting the inane American two-party system. Thanks exclusively to his brash personality, the American electorate is pretty much split down the middle, with half-crazed Trump Derangement Syndrome haters on one side, and unreasoning “follow the plan” fans on the other side. Americans have always foolishly followed this no-choice “two party” system, and the putrid candidates it produces. But at least there were more independents before Trump. Now, one must either be “fer” or “agin” our larger than life president.
Those who irrationally hate this comic caricature in the White House, do so because he’s a “racist,” a “sexist,” and because he’s been lampooned so mercilessly by the cultural icons they admire. Those who irrationally defend him do so because he throws them a few sound bites of red meat, usually on Twitter, from some dark corner of the White House. No one talks about auditing the Fed, or bringing all the troops home, or rebuilding our collapsing infrastructure, or that promised vaccine commission chaired by Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. The fake unemployment stats Trump accurately called out during his campaign are now gospel, and reveal what a marvelous job he’s doing.
Trump has done some good things, and said many more good things. Getting us out of the TPP was good. The tariffs are good. Withdrawing troops from Syria, or anywhere else, was good. The summit with Putin was good. The deal with North Korea was good. If Trump acted on only a fraction of his rhetoric, this country might actually be salvageable. But instead, he regularly back tracks, and flip flops, and appoints one horrific neocon swamp creature after another to his cabinet.
The only explanation for all this nonstop drama is that Donald Trump is not a befuddled, but well-meaning businessman, unexpectedly thrust into the presidency. No one could achieve the success he has achieved, and be such an inarticulate speaker and writer. If he had any intention of “draining the swamp,” at some point he would have named someone outside the swamp to help him do that.
Donald Trump represents the Truman Show writ large. A well-paid actor, playing the part of the ultimate WWE-style villain, to anger or enthrall all the other poor players out there upon the stage.
As 2018 winds to a close, I wanted to reflect back upon a very significant year for me personally and professionally.
It was a bittersweet year. I was interviewed on television by Jesse Ventura, and later by another person I greatly admire, Naomi Wolf. I signed contracts with two different publishers for books which will be released in 2019: Crimes and Cover-Ups in American Politics: 1776-1963 and Bullyocracy: How the Social Hierarchy Enables Bullies to Rule Schools, Work Places, and Society at Large. The first book will come out in May, published again by Skyhorse, and will have an audio version from the get-go. The second will be released in the Fall by Trine Day.
I was also tremendously honored to be asked by show business legend and important JFK assassination researcher John Barbour to write the Foreword to his fantastic memoir, Your Mother’s Not a Virgin: The Bumpy Life and Times of the Canadian Dropout who Changed the Face of American TV. That was heady stuff, especially considering that his first two choices were his good friends Neil Simon, who unfortunately just passed away, and Tim Conway, who was unable to do it due to his own health issues. The book will be released in April by Trine Day.
I also met and bonded with the wonderful Ella Felder, daughter-in-law of the Eagles’ Don Felder, and host of an important radio show that lauds whistleblowers of all types. We hit it off immediately, and I became her regular co-host every Friday. We interviewed fascinating people, and some big names like former Trump campaign chair Corey Lewandowski. This led to me being offered my own show on the Truth Frequency Network, which is part of the IHeartRadio network. “I Protest” now airs every Friday from 5-7 pm est.
However, juxtaposed against this gratifying professional success was the unfathomable loss, in March of 2018, of my full-time job. I was fired by Inova Health System, the largest health care organization on the east-coast, after working for them my entire adult life, over 44 years. I’ve gone over the details before, but I’ve been unable thus far to get any kind of restitution from a system I long suspected was absolutely corrupt, but now am experiencing first-hand. Being fired unfairly is like a blow to the gut, and being unable to get this rigged system to recognize that is perhaps even worse than the firing itself.
They say that you realize who your real friends are when you go through a life- altering event. I have had to face the unpleasant fact that apparently I had almost no real friends. Those I worked with for decades are now just as disassociated from me as the kids I went to elementary school with. Ironically, the ones who’ve been most supportive, and most concerned about my situation, are my steadily growing group of cyber friends, which include the aforementioned John Barbour and Ella Felder, talk show hosts S.T. Patrick, Richard Syrett, and Billy Ray Valentine, and a small group of Facebook friends.
Fortunately, I have some financial assets to fall back upon. I don’t like having to start draining them far earlier than I’d planned, but at least I’m lucky enough to have them, and I won’t be starving or going homeless. But I do have very little income now. My meager royalties from my books have brought home to me the lesson I’ve learned from many older entertainers, especially those in successful bands who earned very little even from million-selling records. The artist, the one who creates something, often is paid far less than those who select, publish and promote that something to the world.
I’ve had to hold my figurative hat in my hand and beg people to contribute to my radio show. So far, almost no one has contributed, and thus I’ve earned very little from being a radio host. I guess this shouldn’t surprise me, since I’ve had such great difficulty in getting people to review my books, give them a quick rating (not even a review) on Goodreads, follow me on Twitter, subscribe to my You Tube channel, recommend my books to their library systems, or even simply “like” my posts on Facebook.
I’ve given up trying to figure out why people contact me, tell me how great my books and other writings are, and specifically ask how they can support me further, and then ignore the requests I listed above. I’ve even had people offer me money, once they learned about my unjust job termination, which I politely declined. But these same people haven’t been willing or able to cough up a few bucks to support my radio program.
So while I relish each new book that’s published, and each new cyber acquaintance with those I’ve long admired, I also feel increasingly isolated. In my world of premature, involuntary retirement, I’m usually alone. Much of my time is taken up writing, of course, but I’d still love to have some real people- people I know personally- give me a call or ask to get together for lunch. That never happens, so I have to be content with delightful phone conversations with John Barbour, Ella Felder, Billy Ray Valentine, JFK researcher William Law and others. As I’ve told them, we are living in a brave new world, where at least for me, I feel closer to people I’ve usually never met, rather than to my “real” friends.
I’ll ask again; so many of you who’ve read my blog posts here have told me how much you appreciate them. Most of you have also read my books, and have listened to my interviews. Please consider clicking on the “Sign up” link below my image and the “I Protest” logo for my radio show here: https://tfrlive.com/iprotest/
No one likes to beg, but I have few other alternatives at this point. I’ve applied for several other jobs, but this job market is abysmal, especially for 62 year olds, despite Donald Trump’s boasting about figures he once accurately criticized for their overt dishonesty. All I need to know about the official unemployment rate is that I am not considered unemployed. My income is very limited, and even a modest number of contributing supporters for “I Protest” would mean a lot to me financially. It would also be very gratifying personally.
Last week, I began hosting a new weekly radio program, titled “I Protest.” Edited: the show will now be airing every Friday from 5-7 pm est. My first guest was the legendary show business veteran turned JFK assassination researcher John Barbour. There were some technical glitches, but those will be ironed out.
This Wednesday, my guest will be William Matson Law, in my view the most under recognized name in the JFK assassination research community, and the leading expert on the medical aspects of the case. Edited: on Friday, December 21, I’ll be welcoming both the great Trends Journal icon Gerald Celente and renowned peace activist Cindy Sheehan to the show.
The show will undoubtedly evolve and grow over time, but my intention is to combine my own commentary on social and political issues with an intriguing array of guests. Eventually, once I grow more comfortable in my new role as host, I want to incorporate phone calls from listeners into the broadcast.
The show is part of the huge IHeartRadio network, giving it the potential for a great audience. The hosts are paid via listener support. If you want to support me, please consider clicking on the “Sign me up” link under my picture and program logo at the following link: https://tfrlive.com/iprotest/
I hate holding out the figurative begging cup, but I am still battling with my former employer regarding my unfair job termination earlier this year. Thus, what little income I have comes from my writing, and is not steady or consistent. If you like my writing, please consider helping out.
Because I am writing regularly now for the American Free Press and will also be contributing to the new Deep Truth Journal, I will probably not be writing as regularly on my blog, and when I do will be more likely to concentrate on my personal work situation.
A few days ago, American voters proved once again that they are incapable of throwing the bums out. And at this point, does anyone really dispute that they are bums? That is, of course, if the votes are actually being counted. Which might very well not be the case.
As is typical in virtually every U.S. election for at least the last fifty years, over 95 percent of incumbent members of the House were returned to office. “Only” 89 percent of our esteemed Senators were reelected. What does this persistent message of voter approval do, other than to empower our thoroughly retched “representatives” and encourage them to continue their peculiar brand of “public service?” More nonstop war. More immigration. More foreign visa workers. More corporate welfare and consolidation of wealth in the greedy hands of the elite.
This is what the American people evidently want. Apparently, they think the likes of Nancy Pelosi and Dianne Feinstein are just the kind of leaders America needs, as it further crumbles into Third World status. I devoted a section of Survival of the Richest to our “best and brightest” political representatives. The names change, but the empty rhetoric, the lack of principles, and the absolute failure to do anything at all to improve things for the majority of the people is an American constant.
Meanwhile, the polls out there still suggest that approval for Congress is at an all-time low. There have been various laughable explanations for this, trotted out by the usual suspects in the establishment press. “Most people hate Congress, but love their own representatives,” is the most common rationale. This is absurd; what has any “representative” done for any average person? Why would any average person feel that they’d been represented well by these career party hacks?
I remember all the “vote them all out” efforts over the years. There was a “Clean House, Senate, Too” movement thirty years or so ago. None of them worked. Invariably, 90 percent or more of these awful people are returned to office by those who ostensibly have the power to fire them. And they just don’t, or won’t do it.
Now I’m assuming that these votes are actually being counted, which is probably a naive thing to do. So if the fraud is that massive, and voters are really intelligent and informed enough to be attempting to turn these glorified welfare recipients back out onto the street, I apologize to them. In that case, it’s obviously not your fault, and the ballot box is no longer an option. Certainly, both sides believe the process is rigged, but they are locked into their foolish partisanship and think that it’s only rigged against their particular favorite in our carbon-copy “two” party system.
The Democrats will finger the “Russians.” The Republicans will perhaps quietly mumble something about the untold numbers of non-citizens that are incomprehensibly being allowed to vote in our elections, but otherwise will vaguely lash out at the “Democrats” who cheated their candidate. The late Collier brothers exposed the corrupt nature of our electoral process in their excellent Votescam many years ago, and I included a lot of their story in my own book Hidden History.
There were some especially comedic aspects to this midterm election. A Trump supporter, brothel owner Dennis Hof, was elected to the Nevada State Assembly. The fact that he’d died the month before didn’t seem to have much of an impact on those astutely rocking the vote. In a lurid detail that didn’t come from the Onion, Hof’s body was discovered by legendary porn star Ron Jeremy. And he was romantically involved with “Hollywood Madam” Heidi Fleiss.
Not to be outdone, Texas Democrats reelected Don Reynolds, who is presently serving a one year sentence in jail. Adding electoral insult to injury, Reynolds ran unopposed. Think about that; the only candidate is in jail, yet the “opposing” party can’t even run anyone against him? Not that the non-inmate was likely to win, of course. After all, Reynolds was an incumbent.
If American voters are truly responsible for basically disenfranchising themselves, by continuously returning such despicable snake oil salesmen to office, they deserve all the pain and suffering that will inexorably occur when this casino economy crashes. If they really think that these kinds of people are the best this country has to offer, and that they provide any kind of “representation” whatsoever, then there is no further point in trying to communicate with them.
Donald Trump has expressed his support for congressional term limits. The whole term limits issue was all the rage back in the early 1990s. The Republicans included it as a plank in their Contract with America. Predictably, once these Republicans wrested control of Congress, their ardor for term limits evaporated. Trump says so many things, some of them quite good, but he rarely follows up with anything concrete. My guess is any term limits proposal coming from him will emanate from that dark corner of the White House where he produces a steady stream of feverish tweets on Twitter.
It’s hard to overthrow tyranny when your friends and neighbors keep giving the tyrants their stamp of approval. Donald Trump has accomplished one very bad thing; he has divided the country essentially into two equal warring camps, with each side firmly planting themselves behind one of our comical “opposing” parties. Trump is the worst thing to happen to any viable Third Party movement in a very long time. Even many of those who were Libertarians, or Green Party members, have coalesced behind either the HiPapaLowems or the LowPapaHiems, as Huey Long mocked the Democrats and Republicans, because of their strong feelings for or against Trump.
In the great midterm elections of 2018, we were advised repeatedly that this was “the most important” election of our lifetimes. We are advised that this is the case in nearly every election, of course, but Americans have shockingly short memory spans. It was hard to determine the issues that this election revolved around, other than being a general referendum on Donald Trump. No candidate was demanding we bring the troops home from all the nonsensical places where they are stationed, or end the perpetual occupations and bombings of other sovereign nations.
This was a passionate “us” against “them” battle, and it was tragic to watch. Allegedly intelligent voters figuratively waving their beers in the air, and screaming at the “opposition” like they were watching the Super Bowl. No talk of peace. Or auditing the Fed. Or that autism-vaccine commission to be chaired by Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. No demands for a desperately overdue infrastructure rebuild and upgrade. Americans instead collectively were declaring, “I’ll take transgender bathrooms for five hundred, Alex!”
Both sides in the phony left-right paradigm are claiming victory. In reality, as always happens in our elections, no average American won.
We all claim to at least acknowledge the profundity of “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” But who really follows the Golden Rule? I’ve seen one example of the Golden Rule being applied in my lifetime, and that was from a close friend who shocked me by offering a gift to someone who had just been mean and ungenerous to him. He was hardly religious, and may not even have realized what he was doing. But it moved me deeply and left a huge impact on me.
Most of us have difficulty getting along well with our loved ones. Dysfunction is normal in American families. It’s even expected, and promoted relentlessly by the culture. So imagine how hard it is to be kind to those who have not been kind to us. Jesus told us to love our enemies, as well as our neighbors. Most Americans feel fortunate if they’re not feuding with their neighbors. I really have never met anyone who is magnanimous enough to love those who despise them.
As a civil libertarian dinosaur, I’m prone to speak up for those who are being figuratively lynched by the mob. I was inspired by Patrick Henry’s bold “I may not agree with what you say, but I’ll defend to my dying day your right to say it” as a young child. They used to teach that kind of antiquated stuff in grade school. Henry was saying essentially the same thing that Voltaire said. Great minds- classic liberals- realized how important the right to free expression is.
As recently as the 1970s, many on the left truly were able to “walk a mile in the moccasins” of others. Liberals used to be concerned about prison reform, the rights of those behind bars, and unilaterally opposed capital punishment. Could Elton John’s song Have Mercy on the Criminal even be recorded today? Once Bill Clinton transformed the Democrats into social justice warriors, who were nevertheless just as enamored with war, the intelligence agencies, police power and corporate corruption as their Republican peers, civil libertarians were kicked to the curb.
Jesus said that the commandment to “love thy neighbor as thyself” was one of the two precepts upon which the entire religion stood. Despite this, most devout Christians I’ve met are remarkably lax in following it. This is especially true of the most pious, “born-again” fundamentalist types. Born-againers are also notably averse to the crucial “judge not lest ye be judged” thing. They judge constantly.
Perhaps you’re thinking that the women who unfathomably forgave their migrant rapists in other countries were, in fact, practicing the Golden Rule. On the surface, that might seem to be so, but if you study those reports, and the way the establishment left presented the issue of migration into European countries, you’ll understand that this was purely driven by political correctness, in one of the most extreme cases of Stockholm syndrome imaginable.
This is a complex issue. The absence of Civics is apparent everywhere. Civics used to be a staple of every high school’s curriculum, but it stopped being taught around 1970. Our leaders want obedient, unquestioning proles, not good citizens. Civics wasn’t just about producing good citizens. It was about transmitting values. As Aristotle recognized a very long time ago, a civilization must have a shared set of values. Clearly, in today’s America, there are almost no shared values.
The Golden Rule is the basis of human decency. Even without following it strictly, most people in the past had some kind of empathy for others. In present-day America, there is almost a complete absence of empathy. As just one example, a man dropped dead in a Target store a few years ago, during one of the yearly Black Friday displays of collective madness. No one stopped to check on him, or even appeared to notice him other than to step over his body in their quest to save a few dollars. Considering how fast America is deteriorating, today we might see youngsters posing for selfies next to his lifeless body, or perhaps stepping on or even jumping up and down on it.
America is fractured; almost completely broken around bogus, politically correct lines. Few on either the left or right would hesitate to lock someone away for life, despite any concrete evidence, simply because they “offended” them and fit their particular definition of a villain. They hate their political opposites with a venom and a passion that would appall Jesus. There is nothing about America’s present political discourse that bears the slightest resemblance to the Golden Rule.
Those associated with Donald Trump in some way have been thrown out of restaurants, or heckled until they leave them. This is pretty similar to how black people were once not permitted to dine in restaurants, but no one seems to sense the irony. All decent people found the protests of funerals by the Westboro Baptist Church to be repugnant. Considering the hypocrisy of today’s left, I think it’s a certainty that they would support identical protests of the funerals of “racists” or “Nazis” or “white supremacists.”
Donald Trump’s abrasive, divisive personality is perfect for present-day America. Certainly, it is impossible to imagine Trump forgiving others or treating them the way he would wish to be treated. He can’t even refrain from getting down in the gutter with the lowest common denominator entertainers, and exchanging juvenile poisonous barbs with them. The civil disobedience that began with Thoreau, and was utilized to great effect by Ghandi and Martin Luther King, has been supplanted by profane shouting and physical attacks on others.
We are so far removed from any “do unto others” concept that many, especially on the left, proudly advocate violent attacks on those who “offend” them. I’ve heard many people declare, “free speech doesn’t include hate speech.” Just what constitutes “hate speech,” of course, is something only they can define. Like “obscenity,” a ridiculous notion like “hate speech” is entirely in the eye of the beholder. So, if those you disagree with have no right to eat in public establishments, or to exercise their right to free speech, what rights do they have?
Obviously, if you can’t tolerate views that “offend” you, to the point of demanding that those expressing them be fired, jailed, or physically assaulted, then you certainly aren’t about to follow the Golden Rule in any way, shape, or form. I can’t count the number of parents and adult children who don’t speak to each other. Ever. Those are the closest human relationships possible. And too many people nowadays can’t even follow the Golden Rule with their own parents, or children.
Someone commented here recently that this blog was “Grumpy Old Man Central,” and questioned what century I was living in. It’s hard not to sound like a curmudgeon when looking at America’s blossoming Idiocracy. For those of us who grew up forty or fifty years ago, this is not only a different country, but an entirely different world. A different reality. A different dimension.
No, things weren’t always great back then, but there was a lot more empathy for others in general. It was a more polite world, even if “politeness,” as defined by Ambrose Bierce, is just “the most acceptable form of hypocrisy.” We need shared values. We need the Golden Rule.
When Donald Trump selected mainstream conservative Brett Kavanaugh as his Supreme Court nominee, those truly anxious to “drain the swamp” were disappointed once again. Even CNBC acknowledged that he was an “establishment favorite.” Kavanaugh has never been anyone’s kind of maverick. He has long been tied to former President George W. Bush.
The most troubling thing about Kavanaugh, to those of us who have bothered to investigate such things, is Kavanaugh’s role in covering up the death of Clinton White House counsel Vince Foster. Kavanaugh, as White House counsel under Bush, also sought to limit compensation under the 9/11 Victims Compensation Fund.
With the anti-Trump fervor now at a fever pitch for half the country, it was inevitable that his nominee would be criticized. Predictably, none of the criticism leveled at Kavanaugh is based on his neocon fueled legal career. Instead, an alleged incident from thirty six years ago has now taken over all mainstream public discourse.
Christine Blasey Ford, a mainstream liberal professor with a background suitable for a political opponent of Donald Trump, has claimed that Kavanaugh attempted to sexually assault her while both were in high school. Not only are these allegations decades old, Ford evidently can’t remember anything specific about the incident; not the house, its location, how she arrived there, who was giving the party, etc. Only in our thoroughly divided country could such vague accusations from so long ago be taken seriously by anyone.
But this isn’t all. Ford has the most logical motive in the world to lodge a false accusation against Kavanaugh. In 1996, her parents were involved in foreclosure litigation, and Kavanaugh’s mother just happened to be the judge in the case, who ruled against them. An honest legal system would call that a conflict of interest. A mitigating factor. But as should be obvious to all living Americans at this point, we don’t have an honest legal system.
For those biased in favor of what I call the Evil Party, or the Democrats, Ford, like Anita Hill and anyone accusing Donald Trump of anything, has all the credibility in the world. They didn’t feel the same way about Juanita Broderick, Paula Jones, or any of the countless women who accused Bill Clinton of harassing and even raping them. The Stupid Party, or the Republicans, found them entirely credible, or course. This is the nature of our two-party system. Pick a side, and stick with them always. Contradictions and hypocrisy be damned. Our side is better!
In reality, of course, the political “debate” in this country is ludicrously restricted, and those participating must adhere to laughably narrow guidelines. Battle over gay marriage and transgender bathrooms all you want. But don’t talk about the perpetual wars, bombings and occupations, or the top secret intelligence agency budgets. And never, ever mention anything about the Federal Reserve, or the counterfeit nature of our fractional banking system.
So this “debate” is perfect for America 2.0. Screams, profanities, and threats of violence over a claim alleged thirty six years after it happened. And even if it is true, why wasn’t the underage Kavanaugh (who was seventeen at the time) a “victim” here, too? I’ve never understood how a minor, who is not legally able to consent to sex, can be charged with forcing someone else who cannot legally consent. But it’s impossible for anyone perceived to be associated with Trump to be considered a victim of anything, under any circumstances. As the establishment “liberals” love to say now: “punch a Nazi in the face” and all that.
I thought the selection of Brett Kavanaugh was stupid, much like all of Trump’s appointments have been stupid. It was clearly yet another capitulation on his part to a conservative, neocon establishment that opposed his candidacy and continues to oppose any real reforms he may attempt. But the phony debate taking center stage now is beyond stupid; it is state-sponsored theater for the dumbed-down masses. It’s hard to imagine a more fitting example of “bread and circuses.”
If a guy whose political mentor was George W. Bush can’t get approved to the Supreme Court, just who could Trump nominate that would be approved? John McCainiac’s daughter? Lindsay Graham’s child, if he had any? Barack Obama? Now that would be a nominee to make those with Trump Derangement Syndrome’s heads explode. Their ultimate object of scorn selecting their ultimate object of worship.
Those opposing Kavanaugh with all the fury they’ve opposed Trump simply have no idea why they oppose him. Sure, the usual fear mongering about overturning Roe vs. Wade has been trotted out there, but nothing else really associated with any issue. It’s just that Kavanaugh is Trump’s choice, and anyone Trump chooses has to be bad. It’s the triumph of personality over politics, and it’s Trump’s personality they hate, because his politics, at least thus far, has been little different than Dubya’s.
I’ve tried to divert the Kavanaugh-haters’ attention away from this foaming at the mouth, this unclear pussy hat rage, into productive areas. Like the fact he led the Starr “investigation” into the death of Vince Foster, and concluded against all logic and all the evidence that he killed himself in Fort Marcy Park. You have to be quite a “judge” to support these kinds of impossible official narratives. By anyone’s standards, Kavanaugh proved his establishment mantle in that “investigation” alone.
The majority of still asleep Americans will be glued to their television sets, breathlessly awaiting the showdown between the dastardly attempted teen rapist Kavanaugh, and his honorable accusers like Charles Schumer. Those of us who are awake will try to change the subject, or get them to actually think, but that’s never been an easy thing for people to do. Poet E.E. Cummings reacted to Ezra Pound’s Cantos by exclaiming, “You bastard! You’re trying to get them to think.”
Whether Brett Kavanaugh is approved or not will matter little to the average citizen. Good Supreme Court decisions are about as rare as obese Victoria’s Secret models. The last decent Supreme Court justice, in my view, was William O. Douglas, and I’m not entirely certain about him.
Instead of fretting over whether the Court will go “conservative” as opposed to “liberal,” Americans should worry about the impact they can have on our civil liberties, and the kind of world our children and grandchildren will live in. Regardless of their alleged political persuasions, Supreme Court justices, like judges at every level of the system, have proven utterly unworthy of such power.
Whenever I go out and about, to restaurants, stores, or any other place with substantial numbers of people, I am increasingly mortified by what I see. I’m not talking about the overt lack of civility, or the buried heads in smart phones. I’m referring to how the vast majority of Americans look nowadays.
When I graduated from high school in 1974, in a large class, I can recall exactly one girl who might have been considered fat. There were perhaps 2 or 3 overweight boys. In other words, the fat kids were statistically insignificant. When I drive by my local high school now, I see nothing but fat and obese teenagers. The situation has flipped completely, so that the non-overweight kids are now the anomalies.
The average American woman today weighs just under 170 pounds. The average height of an American female is about five feet three inches. The average American woman now weighs more than the average American man did fifty years ago. And the average American man now weighs almost 200 pounds and has an average waist size of just about 40 inches. When I was a kid in the 1960s and 1970s, even the heaviest people I knew didn’t wear size 40 pants. Now the average U.S. male does. The average dress size for a woman is now sixteen.
It’s not just weight. One can’t help but notice the absurdly casual, slovenly way most Americans dress now. Not at home. In public. Did anyone envision seeing adults parading around in stores wearing pajama pants? So many men and women just appear to have “punted,” to simply have stopped trying to appear attractive in any way, shape or form. Instead, they slide on their XXL sweat pants, and their XXXL tee shirts, and parade about as proudly as their in-shape ancestors did.
Factor in the gratuitous tattoos that are everywhere now. I see otherwise good-looking young girls with an entire arm, perhaps both arms, completely covered in tattoos. There’s a good reason why, in the past, only pirates and drunken sailors got tattoos. They don’t make anyone look better. And when your skin is mostly camouflaged by ugly conglomerations of ink, it automatically causes others to view you less respectively. Tramp stamps, and all that.
I regularly refer to the increasingly Third World nature of America. With our overgrown median strips, outdated airports and railways, crumbling roads and bridges, and woeful power grids, we don’t look like the world’s wealthiest country. But our people are taking on that Third World look as well. What the world used to castigate as the “ugly American” is now becoming a reality, from the inner cities to the heartland. Just look at any crowd scene from the 1950s to understand what I’m talking about; they all look like super models in comparison. And I’m not talking about color. One way in which our increasingly diverse population is assimilating well is in their weight, their unattractive dress, and their affinity for tattoos.
I realize this is a sensitive subject, especially for women. A few years back, a study was published that concluded that the startling weight gain among U.S. women over the past half century was largely related to a precipitous decline in housework. A collective cry of “Excuse Me!” emanated from every corner of this nation, and that particular study was summarily shoved down the memory hole. That’s the way political correctness works.
The other day, I went to a fast food restaurant to pick up some breakfast. I almost never do that, but my son wanted it for his birthday. The drive-through line was backed up, perhaps fifteen cars. Knowing what I do of the average American’s laziness, I parked my car and walked inside. There was no one in line there. Think about that; Americans are so unwilling to walk fifty feet from their car, that they instead wait twenty minutes in line. For “fast” food. That’s an essential reason for the weight gain; people are just lazier now. Fortunately, it’s not just women, or not just some minority group, that’s lazier. Otherwise, there would be another collective cry of “Excuse Me!” and I’d be shunned from polite society for pointing it out.
Today, while waiting for some food at a high upscale place, I again noticed not only all the overweight, unattractive people, but the truly laughable hairstyles of some. So many females, including one that had to be sixty or so, with purple or pink dyed hair. So many with uncombed, sloppy hair. Too many with that extra short look that often advertises a hatred of men. And the men with all the shaved heads. Are there that many guys who are going bald now? With so many balding men desperately trying to save what they have, or miraculously grow back what they’ve lost, why do so many even young males just shave it all off completely? Again, even forty years ago, that shaved head look advertised potential criminality. Think Lex Luthor.
I guess I sound superficial. Maybe I am, but for those of us who lived in another era, when this mass unattractiveness didn’t exist, and where people at least attempted to look halfway decent when they left their house, it’s a huge culture shock. I know from being an overweight child just how hard it is to resist fattening food, but things have really gotten out of hand now. I can’t remember the last time I was in a crowd, where there were more non-fat people than fat people. Virtually every guy has some kind of gut on him, and even the more attractive young girls are at least twenty pounds heavier than they were a generation ago.
And I don’t want to leave out the oldsters. The older generation now is too frequently entitled, as they cut in line and demand the best service at restaurants while tipping the least. Today I saw a kind woman jump to her feet, and hold open the door for an elderly couple. The elderly woman was using a walker, as an alarming number of Americans now are, and neither she nor her husband even glanced at the good samaritan, let alone thanked her. That’s just mind-boggling to me, and reflects the lack of courtesy and civility we see all around us in today’s America. Thank goodness I don’t go to the likes of Walmart, where obese, sometimes half-clothed patrons buzz about the store in motorized carts.
I don’t want America to turn into a Third World country, but our leaders are doing everything they can to make that happen. And the masses they’ve brainwashed into obeying their consistently counterproductive rules and laws, are now starting to really look the part of hopeless, unthinking, uncaring sheeple.
Sarah Jeong, a new member of the New York Times editorial board, came under fire from right-wing outlets recently for her Twitter history. On July 14, 2014, Jeong tweeted, “oh man it’s kind of sick how much joy I get out of being cruel to old white men.” On November 28, 2014, she wrote, “Dumbass fucking white people marking up the internet like dogs pissing on fire hydrants.” And on December 23, 2014, she festively proclaimed, “Are white people genetically predisposed to burn faster in the sun, thus logically being only fit to live underground like groveling goblins.” These are just a few examples of Jeong’s ugly history of anti-white tweets.
Predictably, the New York Times doubled down in defense of Jeong, and remained steadfastly committed to hiring her. Black conservative Candace Owens tweeted out Jeong;s controversial posts, word for word, simply changing every “white” to “black,” and was immediately suspended from Twitter. There’s a pretty obvious point there, but it will be lost on today’s establishment “left.”
In fact, few “liberals” consider Jeong’s tweets racist. The incredible explanation has been devised that she was actually the victim here, and was merely responding to the taunts of true “racists,” who were, of course, lily white. Establishment liberals have long maintained that it’s impossible for nonwhites to be racist.
I was born a white male. I had nothing to do with that, just as none of us have anything to do with our race or our gender. I’m not proud of being white, but I’m not ashamed of it, either. I don’t suffer from “white guilt,” because I’ve always treated all people as decently as I could.
We live in a society so twisted that my lack of shame over my skin color will be considered controversial. If I’d been born black, I’d probably feel differently. I certainly would be about as radical a black as the world has ever seen, but hopefully I’d see beyond race and embrace the big picture.
I realize that, by writing this, I may alienate even more people. But I’m confident it will be mostly white people who take offense. A lot of whites are really good at being offended these days, almost as good as they are at feeling guilty about something only a small fraction of their ancestors were ever associated with.
Just as a century’s worth of Jim Crow nonsense was bound to “explode,” as Langston Hughes so cogently warned us, decades of Affirmative Action, Black History Month, and nonstop bashing of whites will eventually “explode” as well. I think. It’s quite possible that today’s white people are so dumbed down, brainwashed, and “cucked,” to use a favorite new alt-right term, that they may indeed be incapable of ever standing up from their perpetual bent-over postures.
As I have noted many times before, if you’re still concerned about the slavery that once existed in America, you really ought to open your eyes to the horrific reality that today there are some 40 million slaves around the world. India, which is increasingly taking over the IT industry, and lowering wages in the process thanks to the deadly H-1B Visa program, has 10 million of those slaves. Where are the angry social justice warriors to demand an embargo of India?
Just recently, the United Nations accused this country of “racial terrorism” against black people, and recommended reparations for them. No one has accused this country’s leaders of more crimes than I have, but the tyranny they inflict daily upon the people isn’t race specific. And there are no black people living today who were enslaved, just as there are no whites alive who ever enslaved their ancestors. Why doesn’t the wise old adage about “the sins of the father” being visited upon the sons apply here? How about a Year of Jubilee instead, which would benefit the mass of humanity, of all colors and genders, who are suffering under this monstrous disparity of wealth?
All of our racial discord comes from the rampant stupidity of our leaders, especially the white ones. Something about treating everyone equally, and forging a color- blind society, has always eluded them. They honestly seem to feel that tearing down a confederate statue, or getting some usually lowly-paid white working stiff fired from his job, will benefit black people. It’s their way of fighting “racism,” which they are increasingly finding everywhere.
In recent years, we’ve been lectured about brown paper bags, or band-aids, being “racist.” And the people alleging this weren’t being satirical. But what is more disturbing is the response from white people to these ridiculous charges. Total silence. No one is pointing out that this emperor, like all the others in our mad modern world, is totally, stark naked. They merely bustle along with their heads down, and hope that no one points an accusing finger at them.
While Martin Luther King spoke of judging people by the content of their character, no one in America today wants to do that. In a fair society, there would be no “race” selection on any business or government form, outside perhaps of the census. The only thing such a selection can do is to create some kind of discrimination. While “liberals” today claim to hate discrimination, they discriminate nonstop against those they hate, and they hate a lot of people. Perhaps they should recall real liberal Bob Dylan’s comedic line about not letting “Barry Goldwater move in next door and marry my daughter.”
Bob Dylan also wisely counseled us that poor whites are merely a “Pawn in Their Game.” Today’s liberals, many of whom were once probably Dylan fans, would advocate firing and even imprisoning those poor whites if they could be proven guilty of uttering “racist” comments. That’s today’s Left for you; uncover the “racism” that is apparently latent in all white people everywhere, and cause their lives to be destroyed in the process. Black people will somehow “overcome” because of that.
At this point, America should not still be talking about the same things we talked about in the 1960s. Numerous civil rights laws have been passed. School integration should have assured that all children are getting the same (generally subpar) education. Very, very few whites today are “racist.” Blacks are no better or worse, by virtue of their skin color, than anyone else.
“White privilege” exists, but it’s the privilege of power, not of race. Most of our leaders are undeniably white, as well as undeniably corrupt. Liberals today appear to actually believe that the poorest people in America, the whites in Appalachia, have some kind of “privilege” that Oprah Winfrey, Barack Obama and countless other black One Percenters don’t have.
White college professors want to eradicate “whiteness.” Courses exist in which the primary focus of the curriculum is an intense hatred of white people. Michael Moore writes a book titled “Stupid White Men.” Moore is a white man, stupid or not. I often marvel at these self-hating social justice warriors, whose words condemn their own parents, siblings, children and ancestors. They really should walk the walk, and give everything they have to some non-white who doesn’t have their “privilege.”
Laws should apply equally to everyone, regardless of ethnicity, gender, income, or anything else. Rules and standards of conduct, and general expectations, should be the same across the board. Affirmative Action, race norming of tests, is just as discriminatory as separate bathrooms once were. The Old Boy Network was odious, and still exists in some form in lots of places, but the social justice warrior system is just as unfair, because it’s not based on any kind of merit or fairness.
Identity politics, and racial politics in particular, are a distraction from the very real class war that has been going on for a very long time, which is the subject of my book Survival of the Richest. Allowing black workers to get away with things that white workers are routinely fired for does nothing to advance civil rights, and creates more prejudice within those who are victimized by it.
When we hear the media or politicians talk about having a “dialogue” about race, we know what they mean. This “dialogue” will consist of angry black people accusing whites everywhere of “racism,” with perhaps a token submissive white on board, to look suitably guilty. Whites have become experts at apologizing for things they never did, or had any control over, or for simply expressing an unpopular opinion. And they’ve been asked to apologize a lot. A whole lot. What is lost on these anxious apologizers is that the apologies don’t pacify those asking for them. They still get fired, their careers are still ruined, and they still get called “racist.”
I won’t say I have friends who are black. That would be one of the million or so examples of “racism,” according to today’s Left. I have, however, worked with and socialized with hundreds of black people over the decades. I’ve always spoken my mind around them, which they, naturally enough, seem to appreciate. No black has ever called me a racist. Frankly, I think they admire the few white people who don’t act condescending towards them.
When we have reached the point where simply saying “all lives matter” is “racist,” all debate on the subject of race is impossible. You can’t solve a problem when all parties involved are not permitted to give their input. Racial relations won’t improve by one racial group accusing another group of “racism” over and over again, without the accused group having the right (or really the willingness) to defend themselves. It’s tantamount to a continuous rigged trial, where there is no defense attorney, and the sentences meted out are forced apologies and ruination of careers.
Our civilization has embraced the culture of ignorance and violence which naturally festers in the pockets of poverty we find in most of our big cities. The entertainment world, the fashion world, the political world, and obviously the sports world have permitted ghetto culture to not merely seep in, but in the cases of sports and entertainment, to completely dominate. The pigeon English-style of slang that rules ghetto culture has been christened respectfully as Ebonics. Recently, it has been suggested that proper grammar itself is “racist.”
No one is speaking up more for the rights of the poor and dispossessed than me. I wrote Survival of the Richest to expose the sinful disparity of wealth in America, and it does indeed impact blacks significantly, who are disproportionately in the lower income levels. But the unequal distribution of wealth isn’t “racist,” it’s class warfare, being waged by the rich against the poor and what’s left of the middle class. The victims of this class war are all colors, creeds, ages and genders.
John F. Kennedy, during the struggle for real equality in the early 1960s, put things eloquently when he declared, “Race has no place in American life or law.” It doesn’t get any simpler than that. As my favorite (and he happens to be black) character on The Walking Dead says, “All life is precious.”