Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonoured and unsung.
- Walter Scott, Scottish Novelist and Poet (1771-1832)
Monthly Archives: July 2013
No matter what the color of your skin or what you think of the jury’s verdict in deciding that George Zimmerman acted in self-defense, the real travesty is in witnessing the race hucksters in the media baiting people into believing that Trayvon’s tragedy represents the great story of our time when 9,000 blacks are murdered every year!
It is disgusting to watch the hustlers who make their livings stirring the pot and spreading the racial divide, it is despicable to see people like Jesse Jackson, Jr. and Al Sharpton trying their best to inspire mobs to riot over one tragic incident of a Hispanic killing an African-American when 94% of those other 9,000 killings each year involve black on black murder.
When you look above at my representation of the ridiculous imbalance of outrage in America, realize that I could only fit 900 skulls on the page, so imagine that for every skull pictured in that graphic, for every one of those skulls, there were actually ten blacks that were killed, and that more than nine out of each ten that were killed were killed at the hands of another black.
The imbalance of outrage is so unfathomable to me that I finally tried engaging in a mental exercise: How would I respond if black was white?
Here’s what I think I would say:
WAKE UP, WHITE PEOPLE! Are you going to listen to these sleaze merchants in the media who would have us focus all our outrage on one tragic case of a white kid killed by a black man? Are you going to let idiots like David Duke and his ilk focus all our outrage on the other races when 94% of our people are being killed at the hands of our own people!
Turn a deaf ear to all those race baiters and hate mongers! If we’re going to scream in outrage, we need to scream in outrage that we are killing our own damn selves! Stop pointing the finger at everyone else, stop playing the victim and take some pride in being white. Don’t worry about the other races, we need to worry about cleaning our own damn house!
Interestingly enough, I can think of a lot of great black men who preached much the same message of accountability and self-reliance to their own communities: Malcolm X, Louis Farrakhan, Bill Cosby . . . too bad that today, their voices are drowned out by the peddlers of victimhood.
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So the power just went out where I’m at, the streets are dark and all I have is the remaining charge on my laptop. Consider this the modern day form of scrawling out some random musings written by candlelight then.
We lost power a little after 11pm at night, which is strange for So. Cal., because while we’re quite used to a handful of blackouts each year during the heat of the summer months, normally you only get the blackouts when everyone’s air conditioning is cranked with the temperatures reaching triple digits around noon or a few hours later. It’s really kind of weird for a blackout like this to happen in the middle of the night. You look outside and you may as well be out in the middle of nowhere, the streetlights are out and the only light visible is a half-moon, which just so happens to be an angry blood red tonight.
People who have been hit by major disasters and have been powerless and without water for days are saying, you don’t know the meaning of being deprived and they’re right, but tonight I did discover that if I had my choice between the two, I’ll take those afternoon outages over the nighttime outage any time.
Thank goodness my laptop had a charge otherwise I would be going nuts right now not having some sort of electronic gadget either in my hands or playing in the background. I guess if I had nowhere else to turn, I could break out with a candle or two and crack open a book off the shelves, but this power outage really is making me aware of how addicted I have become to the constant connection to and chatter from my electronic devices.
Let me take this opportunity to drop some advice on you. If you’re dating someone, say you’re in a new relationship, and they like to sleep with the TV on and that’s something you’ve never really done, trust me on this – nip it in the bud and demand that that TV does indeed go off at some point. Put it on the sleep timer if you have to. Don’t give into your significant other on this. I can tell you this because I did give in long ago and now when the power went out I couldn’t believe the horror I had at the thought of how long I would have to lie there sleepless, tossing and turning with no television to lull me to sleep.
I love my wife, but if you allow your significant other to have their way, after about a month of sleeping with the TV on, you too will become completely dependent on having that damn television going on all night so you can sleep as well. I think sleeping with the television also robs your dreams of their freedom and creativity, too. Think about it, how great can the quality of your dreams be when they’re interwoven with people pitching some lame products on an infomercial at 3am?
Tbe more I think about it, this whole addiction to electricity and electronic devices is really a sick sort of enslavement we’ve foisted upon ourselves. I used to think how fun it would be to pass a law that shuts down all cell phone access for one day out of the year and then just sit back and watch all the teenagers and all the rest of everyone else just completely just completely freaking out jonesing for their devices like a bunch of junkies in hardcore withdrawals. Now I realize maybe I’m not all that far off from the rest of this technologically addicted society.
It makes me want to go all Henry David Thoreau and swear off everything and retreat into the woods. Here’s where I should probably make one final admission though, even as much as I knew the book was hailed as one of the all-time great American classics, as a teenager, try as I might, I never could drag myself more than a quarter of the pages of Walden.
Ah heck, if I couldn’t even make it through Walden, maybe a life like the one Thoreau wrote of, a life immersed in nature and completely removed from the hustle and bustle and the daily grind, maybe that’s not such a life worth living after all. It’s got me to thinking though, there’s probably an episode of Survivorman or Man vs. Wild or Naked and Alone that I’m missing right now as I finish this post.
Then again, while those shows are pretty cool, maybe I should give Thoreau another try as an adult. And damn all this technology to hell, I am going to make a vow to spend at least a week or two each year completely unplugged from everything. That’s right! Now could someone please fix the damn power?
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There is no quote that could better surmise the lesser of two evil choices America was forced to make during the Cold War than, “He may be a son of a bitch, but he’s our son of a bitch.”
I had always attributed it to Truman, turns out the Internet is leaning towards FDR, although reality is, it’s one of those quotes you can probably never nail down with a specific attribution.
Nothing much has changed since the Cold War. Back then, the Soviets were hellbent on subjugating every human being on the face of the Earth to Soviet enslavement. To me the logic is irrefutable: even if America had to support some son of a bitch anti-Commie dictators, the decision was made in the big picture perspective that America could never allow the entire world to become slave to an all-powerful communist state.
Flash forward to the 21st century. The greatest threat to freedom and dignity for humanity in our time? Islamofascism, a radical form of Islam with a group of followers who seek a global caliphate – a totalitarian state even more oppressive than what the Soviets imagined and whose fervency matches or exceeds anything the Nazis or the KKK could muster.
So you have to ask yourself, after Obama managed only the meekest condemnation in saying he was “troubled by the situation” when the fanatical mullahs of Iran had their thugs murdering the brave Iranian protesters in the streets, why did Obama suddenly find cause to rise up and forcefully call for the removal of Egypt’s President Hosni Mubarak as soon as the protesters began taking to the streets in Egypt?
Yes, Mubarak was a son of a bitch, but he was our son of a bitch.
Hosni Mubarak was a brutal dictator, but in a part of the world where we can use every friend we can get, Hosni Mubarak was a friend and a known entity. Hosni Mubarak was a man who never wavered in his support of Egypt’s peace treaty with Israel.
As Obama cheered on the revolution in Egypt, there is no doubt our government knew it was the Muslim Brotherhood who would win the election in Egypt, and there is no doubt they knew that the Muslim Brotherhood had spoken in no uncertain terms of rejecting what is the most important peace treaty in the history of the Arab-Israeli conflict.
Jimmy Carter’s one great shining moment as president was the Egypt–Israel Peace Treaty. No one can take that away from him. Oh wait, actually Obama just did take that away from him, didn’t he? Way to go, Barry!
Obama manages barely a murmur of protest against Iranian mullahs slaughtering freedom-loving protesters in the streets. Obama embraces the regime change against Hosni Mubarak for the radical fundamentalism of the Jew-hating, gay-bashing, women as second-class citizen mindset lunatics running wild through the Muslim Brotherhood.
Now we’re see the people of Egypt rising up against the religious kooks of the Muslim Brotherhood.
God bless the protesters and the secularists of the military in taking the Islamofascists down.
And for you, Barack Obama, you have humiliated America and everything this nation stands for in your unwavering support for radical Islam.
Seems the people of Egypt despise you for it.