That’s it, the race issue is settled. Thank you Chris Rock for showing white people the error of their ways. We just have to own it. At least, according to Chris, I’m not as crazy as whites used to be. Not a bit. Not sure what the hell he’s talking about, but hey, since he’s black and it’s all about that anyway, he must be right. And of course if we don’t agree that he’s right we’re all racist so let’s just roll with the “lose-lose” scenario and call it a day.

dumb-ass is still funny tho...

dumb-ass is still funny tho…

Did you not know, according to Chris, that it’s unfair to inherit money you didn’t work for? Hey Chris, calling out the Kennedy clan are ya? Sweet. Not sure what that has to do with race, but he needs to make sure that little Lola and Zahra understand that they’re not entitled to any of daddy’s money ‘cause it’s unfair.

So what exactly does Chris want me as a white man to own? Why, the actions of our dad as he puts it. Interesting that Chris paints a picture of every white person walking the planet as having ancestors who owned slaves, a neat little trick. Try saying that all blacks do “X” or are likely to do “Y” and see how well that gets received. And maybe he didn’t quite pay attention to history in school; many of the people he hates, yes hates for their color, came here well after slavery was abolished. You’ll have to find something else to hate us for Chris, or at least be honest and admit you’re a racist.

In any event, slavery existed long before this country was founded and was practiced with perfection on the continent of Africa. Actually, it still is. Gee Chris, maybe you need to own what your “dad” did? Slavery was common in Africa well before the Europeans arrived on the continent. And yes, many of those sold into bondage to the Europeans were sold by other blacks. Wonder if their children inherited any of that unfair wealth? Jus’ sayin’.

What else should whites own? How about the death rate of young black men in Detroit? Somehow, the number of blacks killing each other on a daily basis is an issue no one claims any responsibility for. Of course, blacks are far more fearful of the police than they are of other blacks, at least as far as I gather from all those shrill pronouncements on CNN. How about the looting of businesses, including minority owned, in Ferguson? Who owns that Chris? In another generation, after you and Sharpton and Farrakhan have succeeded in destroying any harmony between the races, another city will lay decimated; business and prosperity chased out of the area because the “white man” didn’t want to own up to the fact that police shot a black teen who didn’t have his “hands up” while he was strangling a local merchant or assaulting a cop in an attempt to take his weapon. Yeah, that makes sense. It’s someone else’s fault. Unless blacks are allowed to rage without consequences, it will always be the white man’s fault? Question; what if Darren Wilson had been black? And what if the gentle giant with the rap sheet had killed Wilson with his own gun? Would that be the fault of my father too, something I and every other white man need to own up to?

The shame here is that all the progress that has been made, progress that Chris pooh-poohs with his race tainted view of the world has been lost due to idiots like him. And he’s too blind to see it. Those who will suffer aren’t people like Chris, or Crazy Louis or Al “I can make a buck off your dead kid” Sharpton. It’s the next generation of both black and white youth who are going to be indoctrinated, marinated in the hate and victim-hood of race baiters such as Mr. Rock, led to believe that any black kid who commits a crime is entitled to be a martyr only if they’re shot by a white cop; other than that, they’re allowed to die unnoticed on the streets of Chicago or Detroit or Atlanta, mourned only by their baby-mama’s and mothers who are too afraid to speak to the police. Chris mentions Charles Barkley; maybe he should sit down with Charles and ask him how he feels about all those entitled black youth looting and burning Ferguson to the ground. No hands up there; too hard to carry a flat screen that way. Charles just might tell you Chris, that those poor youth need to “own it.” Unless of course, they get arrested for those crimes and then surely we’ll see how imbalanced the justice system is. Somehow, Chris will find a way to make excuses for those seen on video; who knows, maybe the grand jury now owns it.

And if you think for one minute that people like me, people who grew up determined to judge people by their character, are going to sit by and take the blame for a class of people who cannot rise above their own pathologies, well, let’s just say you’ve given me reason to wonder if Dr. King was wrong all along. I see no character in people like Chris Rock. No, none at all. The same law applies to white people as it does for black people; or at least that’s what we were all led to believe the goal was. Assaulting and attacking a white cop is apparently a freedom, a prerequisite for equality that Mr. Rock is demanding.

Shame on my forefathers for not allowing that to happen.

So Ferguson burns again. It matters not what the verdict was or how it was reached. Facts never come into play when we’re dealing with emotions and a false narrative that’s been promulgated and supported through destructive liberal policies that serve only to divide this country and keep poor those who need to hear and face harsh realities of the truth. No, it’s better to let Al Sharpton declare that the search for justice is not over. Justice you see, is an outcome desired, not a conclusion reached. And unless the desired outcome is provided, lawlessness must continue at the expense of those who can afford it least; those who are used as human fodder for the great leaders of the people of color, people like Sharpton and Eric “everyone’s a coward but me” Holder. People like Michael Brown who grew up under the crushing weight of the chip on their shoulders, placed there by those who only wish to profit off old wounds, ever safe in their gated communities while the Michael Brown’s of the world stew in their learned hatred for the police and their white neighbors; people who, they are repeatedly taught, hate them for their color. Better to hate the evil whites first, with great intensity and fervor. Never, ever, let anyone accuse you of being too “white.” Especially if that means taking responsibilities for your own failures, your own lot in life. And always make sure your children never rise above your own hatred.

Martyr; suffered the consequences of the chain of events he set in motion.

Martyr; suffered the consequences of the chain of events he set in motion.

I grew up in the era of the civil rights movement. I too cried with shame when Martin Luther King was gunned down. I grew up in the poor neighborhoods, the minority on our streets, observing racism only reversed. The great first lie taught to my young black friends was that it was okay for them to hate me because I was white, as they couldn’t be racists. Far away, in another distant land that none of us had ever been to in a time long before we were born, a great injustice was done to people of color and that act alone now defines every black in this country. Not according to me mind you, but to those like revered Al and Eric “the not-so-great.” For it is the leaders of the black communities, those community organizers who wish to maintain that status of slave that entitles them to hold on to the great claim of victim, always just in their terror, always above reproach and law. They have knowingly and willingly morphed into the great bogeyman they spent the last fifty years condemning. New heroes and martyrs have replaced Martin Luther King, Mumia Abul-Jumal the new standard-bearer. It is this sense of justified entitlement that allows them to grasp the throats of shopkeepers a hundred pounds smaller than they to pilfer a box of contraband cigarillos, then reach into the window of a police cruiser in order to disarm a policeman. In each case, the mere mention of these facts gets one labeled and pilloried, for it does not support the narrative of the victim who was simply minding his business when he crossed the path of a crazed, power-hungry white overlord with a badge. We must believe at all costs, or mayhem will ensue. Justified, angry mayhem. And so it goes. Ferguson burns again at the behest of Brown’s stepfather who implores the victimized class of looters to “Burn this bitch down!”

When the smoke clears on Ferguson, shopkeepers will wonder if it’s worth ever bringing commerce back to their town. Many will never be able to re-open, costing the community the jobs and revenue it needs to keep another generation from the debilitating grips of poverty. And again, it will be someone else’s fault, maybe the evil shopkeepers; some who must surely be people of color unless they’re simply “white Interlopers.” But more likely, it will be the fault of the evil white man and the police; maybe even an officer who is responding to an emergency call for an infant not breathing. Will he respond to the next call in downtown Ferguson, or will he look at the color of his lily-white hands and realize that he doesn’t belong there? For he is surely not welcome. And he may just end up the target of a civil rights investigation by Eric “These are my people” Holder, the attorney general of people of color only. And what if he chooses not to respond; will the city burn again because he doesn’t?

I had to turn away from the television after President Obama said we are a nation of laws. This from a man who rules as if he were a king, enforcing only laws that drive this country farther apart and ignoring the very oath he swore to uphold them all. Sadly, he is not a leader; he is and always will be, a community organizer. For if he truly were a leader he would have realized that he and Holder had a duty to uphold the findings of the grand jury and instruct those who wish to protest that they do so at the risk of legal consequences; that the time for violence was well over and would no longer be tolerated. Sadly, neither he nor Holder is up to the task.

As I watched the looters go from shop to shop, tearing their own town apart, stealing in the name of Michael Brown, I wondered how many of these cretins would have dared to cross the bridge in Selma. The struggle then was for equality and dignity. Now, they look for flat screens and cellphones, PlayStations and Nikes, free for the taking, requiring only a little anger, a mask for your face and a well-placed brick. Things they are entitled to. The struggle for equality must well be over.

What they’re struggling for in Ferguson now remains to be seen. But as Al, Eric and President “stay the course” Obama have implied it’s not over yet. Maybe it will be when the rest of Ferguson smolders; or perhaps, the rest of the country. It all depends on how you define justice. And when that definition is a race-tainted emotion, poisoned by those who might well have led, justice is a dream that will never be achieved.

Are you really that “stoopid”? Sure you are. When no less than an esteemed Ph.D. from MIT tells you that you are, then by golly, you are. Although, one might assume that Dr. Gruber’s display of hubris tells you more about his intellect than his Doctorate does. But hey, he’s from MIT and certainly one of our betters, so there you have it. We’re all idiots, every one of us; easily duped and eagerly waiting for our lives to be fundamentally transformed by those who peddle destructive distributionist policies whether we like it or not. Because it’s good for us. So we are told.

Doesn't have a PhD. in ethics no doubt...

Doesn’t have a Ph.D. in ethics no doubt…

On December 24th, 2009, all sixty Democrat senators voted for Obamacare. Thirty-nine republicans voted nay. So, sixty senators were clearly more intelligent than the other thirty nine. So much so that they then proceeded to vote to exempt themselves from it. Pretty much tells you all you need to know right there. Either they were pretty damned stupid to vote for it in the first place or they were screaming loony-tunes for exempting themselves from such a wonderful penalty applied to the rest of us plebes. You make the call. Well, that is, if you’re smart enough to.

Gruber, unfortunately, may have a point. If exempting themselves from this debacle wasn’t an obvious enough sign for the general public, surely delaying the employer mandate and the individual mandates would give the public reason to at least be suspicious. Apparently, not so. Even though this was a clear indication of the failure of the policy, the blatant attempt to shield the Democrats from the mid-term elections couldn’t be denied, could it? Would the idiots catch on?

But delaying mandates was only part of the story; waivers granted to special interest groups should have angered the uneducated masses if they had possessed the intelligence to pick up on them. Even the state of Nevada got a partial waiver, courtesy of Harry “have a Koch and a smile” Reid, because as The Las Vegas Sun had reported, some of the law’s implementation requirements “may lead to the destabilization of the individual market.” I’m confused now. Is The Sun or half of Nevada filled with morons? Should they continue on with Obamacare, as Dr. Gruber insists? After all, he knows better than we what we need and what we want, what’s good for us. He’s a freakin’ genius.

Begs the question, doesn’t it, that if the administration willfully lied to pass this, continues to willfully lie to sustain it, is the good doctor actually right? Are the citizens of this great country the mouth-breathing, mentally-deficient populace they believe we are? Where do we go now? We just had the mid-terms where the Democrats paid a price for who knows what. Did the IQ of the nation suddenly go up last week? Was it that the country had finally had enough of the lies and obfuscation, or is this business as usual? What does this mean for Hillary as a nominee in 2016? Does she continue the great lie, fixing the leaks of Obamacare, hoping for the statist’s goal of income and wealth distribution through control of the country’s health care?

And what does this say about those Democrats in both the house and the senate, who voted for this fiasco late on the evening of December 24th, hoping we were to busy doing the things stupid people do? Were they “stoopid” too? Or are they also invested in deceiving the public at large, knowing full well that we weren’t going to buy the snake oil unless they lied about it, re-branded it, eventually shoving it down our throats. Maybe they really didn’t read the bill; maybe they did. One way or another, they’re complicit with this administration, one of the most opaque in history. They all truly believe that we sent them there because they’re more intelligent than we; that we cannot govern ourselves as the founders would have it. Only they know what’s good for us and they’ll force it upon us, dammit, even if they have to lie to achieve it. Or of course, insult us if we dare question them about it.

That they keep getting elected shows that Dr. Gruber, in all his hideous arrogance, may in fact be right.


I have very little idea of who Lena Dunham is. I think the only time I ever heard of her was when a reporter caused a kerfuffle by asking her about her nudity on her HBO show “Girls.” Disclaimer; I hate HBO, and I’ve never seen “Girls”. Don’t know if I’m missing much, but hey, I ain’t paying so I ain’t complaining. The question drove Ms. Dunham into what she called a “Rage Spiral.” What I gathered from that exchange is that Ms. Dunham is entitled, immune from any sort of questioning and you do so at the risk of sending her into a “Rage Spiral”. It appears that Ms. Dunham is spiraling once again, this time because people had the audacity to review her memoir and publish exactly what she wrote. Her words, it seems, are offensive to her but only if you take them at face value. Not sure how else she intended her readers to take them, but you be the judge.

Ms. Dunham; actress and part-time geologist

Ms. Dunham; actress and part-time geologist

A couple of weeks ago, I’m perusing through National Review and find a review of her book that I glossed over rather quickly. I’m not into pop-icons, either to revere or trash them, so I never got past the first paragraph or so. Now however, it seems that the article has spurred quite a conversation about Ms. Dunham. And to be frank with you, I had to go back and re-read it to find out what the fuss was all about. Surprise; Ms. Dunham describes in detail things that she did to her younger sibling that would at the very least, make your hair stand on end. Well, for most of us anyway. For others, well I’m not so sure. And feeling that way obviously makes me and others who are disturbed by her admission, the weirdo’s. Sweet. Let’s just take a peek for a moment at what Ms. Dunham writes in regards to her activities;

“As she grew, I took to bribing her for her time and affection: one dollar in quarters if I could do her makeup like a “motorcycle chick.” Three pieces of candy if I could kiss her on the lips for five seconds. Whatever she wanted to watch on TV if she would just “relax on me.” Basically, anything a sexual predator might do to woo a small suburban girl I was trying.”

Okay, not sure what the intent is here, but anyone who says that they are practicing the fine art of grooming an abuse victim has issues. What the hell does “relax on me” mean? Because I find her admission disturbing, I’m a right-wing hater. Bite me. Of course, there’s this little gem;

“I shared a bed with my sister, Grace, until I was seventeen years old. She was afraid to sleep alone and would begin asking me around 5:00 P.M. every day whether she could sleep with me. I put on a big show of saying no, taking pleasure in watching her beg and sulk, but eventually I always relented. Her sticky, muscly little body thrashed beside me every night as I read Anne Sexton, watched reruns of SNL, sometimes even as I slipped my hand into my underwear to figure some stuff out.”

Neat-o. She’s basically a seventeen year-old predator, snuggling up against her eleven year-old sister, masturbating the night away. Oh, and I’m the one who is disturbed.

It’s interesting, a little startling actually, to see people come to her defense, explaining it away as a youthful indiscretion, playing doctor, as it were. Just ask Jimmy Kimmel. Can’t say as I’ve ever played doctor, and certainly wouldn’t have considered my sisters as the willing patient, although I’m not sure a one year-old would be able to consent in any way. The story always went something like two pre-pubescent’s, alone on a secluded corner of the playground swapping peeks into each other’s Garanimals, trying to understand the stark differences in their physical appearance. Show me yours, I’ll show you mine. Oh hell, who am I kidding; we always tried to get the girls wearing dresses to hang upside down on the monkey bars. So of course, that makes Ms. Dunham’s treasure hunt into her one year-old sister’s vagina okay. Her words, not mine;

““Do we all have uteruses?” I asked my mother when I was seven.

“Yes,” she told me. “We’re born with them, and with all our eggs, but they start out very small. And they aren’t ready to make babies until we’re older.”

I looked at my sister, now a slim, tough one-year-old, and at her tiny belly. I imagined her eggs inside her, like the sack of spider eggs in Charlotte’s Web, and her uterus, the size of a thimble.

“Does her vagina look like mine?”

“I guess so,” my mother said. “Just smaller.”

One day, as I sat in our driveway in Long Island playing with blocks and buckets, my curiosity got the best of me. Grace was sitting up, babbling and smiling, and I leaned down between her legs and carefully spread open her vagina. She didn’t resist, and when I saw what was inside I shrieked. “My mother came running. “Mama, Mama! Grace has something in there!”

My mother didn’t bother asking why I had opened Grace’s vagina. This was within the spectrum of things that I did. She just got on her knees and looked for herself. It quickly became apparent that Grace had stuffed six or seven pebbles in there. My mother removed them patiently while Grace cackled, thrilled that her prank had been such a success.”

Please read that again. Go ahead, one more time. She wants you to; it’s in her friggin’ book. It is after all, well within the “spectrum of things she did.” To a one year-old. To her baby sister. Couple of questions here; When my daughters were one, they had a helluva a time with their dexterity, chubby little fingers dropping the over-sized Duplos and wooden blocks. And everything went into their mouths. How does a one year old manage to pick up a handful of pebbles, push aside her pampers and deposit the secret treasure neatly into her vagina? Or even better, why would she do that? At a time when the greatest fear of every parent, reinforced by warnings from pediatricians everywhere, is to keep small items out of reach of your child because they have a tendency to put everything in their mouth, Ms. Dunham’s little sister has a go at jamming items well up inside her vagina? Let that sink in for a minute. I’ve had to reach deep into a drooling mouth many a time searching for buttons, loose coins, heads of dolls, keys, you name it. Never once had either of my daughters decided it would be a great time to play hide-and-go-pervert with daddy’s car keys. Someone neatly placed those pebbles there or the child had ample grooming that helped her develop the fine motor skills beyond her age that enabled her to do so. Perhaps in the Dunham home, this was well within the spectrum of things they did.

So Ms. Dunham is once again in a spiral, this time threatening to sue the conservative website “Truth Revolt” for what amounts to printing exactly what she wrote in her book. It should make for a great show trial. She’ll probably have to go after all the other outlets, including National review who excerpted her book as well. She has canceled her book tour, originally outraged at being described as a sexual predator, now claiming she’s ill. Yes dear, you are ill. And so are those who defined your actions as purely innocent “playing doctor”, seeking to give a pass on behavior that would surely have scarred a one year old, behavior that continued until you, Ms. Dunham, were seventeen and presumably well beyond “playing”.

Ms. Dunham has been lionized for being edgy, out there, speaking her mind unabashedly. She is now lashing out at anyone who read her own words with disgust, surprised and hurt that her “edginess” has not been accepted as the new normal behavior she would like you to believe it is. Sorry dear, I don’t know who you are, never really cared to find out and don’t plan on getting HBO anytime soon. But your own words have come back to haunt you and I’d take great pleasure at seeing you move this forward into a court of law. Maybe you can find guys like Mr. Kimmel to sit at the plaintiffs’ table with you.

Oh and by the way; yeah, it’s pretty sick.

Kaci Hickox has a good case. She’s asymptomatic, with the exception of the “anger induced fever” she had when she arrived at Newark Liberty International airport upon arriving from Sierra Leone. She believes that her quarantine is unjust and unwarranted. Unjust, likely. Unwarranted? That’s another question.

pedaling with compassion..

pedaling with compassion..

There is no Federal quarantine in place for people returning from the Ebola hot zones in West Africa (that is if you ignore the soldiers who are in fact being quarantined); no law, hence what will they enforce? We can argue all day and probably into several weeks to be honest whether or not it makes sense to impose such quarantine. But there are quite a few conflicting opinions on the transmissibility of this virus, and even its incubation period. Sorry, that’s a fact. I haven’t seen anything from the CDC that says with 100% certainty that they know A; How long it takes before a person starts to show symptoms; B, what those symptoms are going to be as some people don’t show a fever; C, how little of the virus needs to be in their blood stream before it actually shows up in the test to find it; and D; How the hell it’s transmitted anyway.

Just this morning the CDC admits that the virus can be transmitted in an air-borne fashion. Oh they’re doing their best not to say it’s spread that way, but when they tell you that yes, people sneeze and produce droplets of the virus, well one can assume that means it’s airborne. They’ve also told us that you can’t get it from sitting on a bus, but you can transmit in when you’re sitting on the bus. Then of course, they tell us that we are alarmists for avoiding the damned bus anyway. They want us to be in a panic over man-made global warming which hasn’t occurred for the last 20 years, but let’s all be nonchalant about a virus that has a fatality rate of anywhere from 25-90%. I get it. Hop in your Prius and head for the nearest bowling alley.

Let’s not forget our bowling fanatic patient, Dr. Crag Spencer, who showed no symptoms when he arrived at JFK and tests detected no trace of the virus. It appears that the test is flawed; quite possibly there was too little of the virus in his system to be detectable. Apparently, enough to eventually make him sick and fully symptomatic. Our hero then goes about town, living life to the fullest, rides subways, busses, eating in public restaurants, exposing who knows how many people. And lied about it afterwards. Doctors without ethics had no comment.

So if our altruistic friend from New York showed no symptoms, tested negative and still eventually came down with the virus, why would any rational person assume that hanging out with Kaci would be a great idea? Each person is a unique organism; who knows how long she may be symptom free. Does she really want her rights to hang out at her local pizza joint in Fort Kent to trump the welfare of the family sitting at the table after her? Well of course she does. Her compassion only goes so far; she’ll treat the dying anywhere in the world as long as we stroke her ego for her “dedication to humanity”, the good soul that she is. Now however, it’s every man (or nurse), for themselves.

Good luck to the State of Maine trying to keep her confined; this should make for great entertainment. I don’t see how the government succeeds here without some type of law or emergency declaration in place that gives them the legal authority to restrict her movements. Sorry, but my belief in her constitutional rights supports her ambition to be a selfish bitch. I don’t care how many people she treated or how long she went there; Doctors without Borders should be the first organization to punish her. Yep, fire her ass. Or at least get ready to send another group of compassionate medical providers to the small town of Fort Kent. The lack of common sense or decency displayed by Hickox and Spencer isn’t really doing your organization any favors. I’m sure that there are thousands of professionals who are motivated by their concern for humanity, not the notoriety. These two don’t fit that description I’m sorry to say.

So let her out. Send her to the Fort Kent quickie mart, or the local bowl-a-rama. Let her live, set her free. But make it clear that she will be held criminally and financially liable for anyone she may infect. The good people of Fort Kent will do their best to avoid her, now and quite possibly for years to come. Don’t think that they don’t know what type of person she really is.

And she probably expected a parade.

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