Monday, December 30, 2013

What is Hip?


(For those under 45 translate it as “What is cool, sweet, sick or whatever the new vernacular is”)

With the New Year just hours away; many people are looking for a new “Thing”.  Do you want to change your looks? Most people attempt this by trying to lose weight.  I think that’s the top resolution, and the first one to be given up on.  Some people want to go out and buy a new wardrobe that’s just not them, but it’s what they see others wearing so “They will fit in”.   Maybe trade in last year’s car so you are in the “In Crowd”.


Did you ever see “Beverly Hills Cop”?   Eddie Murphy is walking down the sidewalks of L.A. and he sees two guys wearing Michael Jackson “Thriller” jackets.  As they pass, Murphy laughs his ass off.  Did you ever see the movie “The Wedding Singer”? Besides the appearance of the “Thriller jacket once again; at the end of the movie Adam Sandler is racing to buy an airlines ticket and the guy at the counter is wearing a “Flock of Sea Gulls” hair doo.  It’s hilarious.


Why do some guys who shave their head bald like Michael Jordan look cool, and some guys shave their head and look like they’re undergoing Chemo-Therapy? 

They’re all trying to be cool. 
Yet because of their insecurities, they have to look at others or through catalogues for that “Hip” style.  I strongly proclaim, your coolness comes from within.  What worked for Michael Jackson wouldn’t have worked for Michael Jordan.  Come on; give me a show of hands if you ever wore or were forced to wear a pair of M.C. Hammer Baggie Pants!



Was cool (and hip)

He had 5 pairs of suits all the same, 7 white dress shirts, 7 pair of black socks, and 7 white T-shirts. (I can’t confirm how many ties he owned).  He was so cool, He broke the “I” before “E” except after “C” rule twice in his last name.  The point is; He chose his wardrobe to simplify his life and not waste brain power on wardrobe decisions.  Einstein was one of the coolest Icons of all time.


Then                     Now
I read about this in the 90s and started wearing blue jeans, black long sleeved mock turtle neck shirts and a black leather James Dean Jacket. (Very Ramones) Sometime during the end of the 20th century, I picked up some Camouflaged pants and used the multi-pocketed cargo pants to replace the jeans. I own roughly 30 black long sleeved mock turtle neck shirts, 6 ACU style Camo pants, 3 Urban Camo pants, 2 Woodland Camo pants and a few pair of Black and Blue Levi 501s.  I mainly wear the ACU 8 pocket Camoes with the black mock turtle neck long sleeve shirts.  I also wear tactical military boots in brown suede and black leather.  And this was long before Duck Dynasty was a Dynasty.

I’ve been blessed by the god of follicles.  I’ve been pretty consistent all of my life.  Unlike some Rock musicians that had beautiful long hair, then cut it to try and appeal to a “younger demographic”, I’ve always, (with few exceptions due to employment) had the Rod Stewart/Alice Cooper look.  Not because I want to look like a rock star, it just goes with my face.  I think this is a personal decision each person needs to make in the mirror.  Not from the cover of a magazine.  What looks good on Michael Jordan doesn’t look good on me. Some faces and complexions go well with long hair and some with short.  Slowly let it grow out and see if it’s for you. You can always cut it, and it will usually grow back (Alopecia not withstanding)

 Women never seem to be happy with their hair.  The color of their hair, the length of their hair and finally the style of their hair.  To quote the comedian “Gallagher”: “They go into the bathroom for an hour, come out looking like a clown and you have to live with them ugly for 8 weeks”.  I’ve given up trying to understand why women are so discontent with their hair.  It’s obviously an insecurity that is actively exploited by the cosmetic companies. 
I think whatever body weight maintains a healthy blood pressure is the right weight for you  This seems to be a serious issue with women and an often neglected issue with men.  Men can be overweight and still look somewhat normal.  The danger lies in the silent unintended consequences.  Hypertension, Joint damage and one of the most painful diseases, GOUT can ruin your life. 
Women on the other hand often develop eating disorders in an attempt to look like they’re 17 again.  Women (More so than men) tend to fall victim to anorexia or even worse, Bulimia. When you lose weight you’re not just tweaking your appearance, but your metabolism as well.  (See Terri Schiavo 2005)  When you disrupt your enzymatic chemistry, you risk going into a Persistent vegetative state.

You must hit rock bottom just like a drug addict. 
Gaining weight is a long term stealth issue.  It’s like the progressive movement in America.  It didn’t happen overnight.  And likewise; you’re not going to lose 60 pounds overnight.  But your conscious mind has to want to lose weight.  I don’t know what it takes to make you a believer.  It’s like being a Liberal all your life and finding out it’s gotten you nowhere.  You look at the scale or the mirror and say to yourself: “I’ve had it with you, You fat slob”.  On 2/15/2012, I stepped on a scale in my doctor’s office and was appalled. I went home that night and said, no more beer and I’m going to put myself on protein shakes until I lose a substantial amount of weight.  I’ve lost 60 pounds since that day.  I’ve also quit drinking.  Strangely enough, my blood pressure is fine and I look good.  But the key to losing weight is a paradigm shift.  In other words, you need to repent from your former eating habits and be able to live with it. 
 Having lived the last decade in Carmel, I can safely say that I’m the 2nd most recognizable person in Monterey County.  You can imagine who the MOST recognizable person is. (Go ahead, make my day).

Looking cool is about being the best version of yourself.
That’s it.
Happy New Year's Eve

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Confessions of a White Teacher in a maily Black High School

The truth is usually a tough thing to accept, so I understand if this is flagged. It would be a cowardly thing to do, but I understand it. Some people just ignore unpleasant truths. However, if you think ignoring the problem, or trying to censor the truth, will help our black children improve, you’re dreaming. This is important, so I’m happy to repost – indefinitely if necessary. I find it interesting that NO ONE has had the intellect to refute anything in the essay. They can only attempt to censor it, as if doing so somehow makes it invalid. Weak minds, weak minds.Until recently I taught at a predominantly black high school in a southeastern state.
The mainstream press gives a hint of what conditions are like in black schools, but only a hint. Expressions journalists use like “chaotic” or “poor learning environment” or “lack of discipline” do not capture what really happens. There is nothing like the day-to-day experience of teaching black children and that is what I will try to convey.

Most whites simply do not know what black people are like in large numbers, and the first encounter can be a shock.
One of the most immediately striking things about my students was that they were loud. They had little conception of ordinary decorum. It was not unusual for five blacks to be screaming at me at once. Instead of calming down and waiting for a lull in the din to make their point — something that occurs to even the dimmest white students — blacks just tried to yell over each other.

It did no good to try to quiet them, and white women were particularly inept at trying. I sat in on one woman’s class as she begged the children to pipe down. They just yelled louder so their voices would carry over hers.
Many of my black students would repeat themselves over and over again — just louder. It was as if they suffered from Tourette syndrome. They seemed to have no conception of waiting for an appropriate time to say something. They would get ideas in their heads and simply had to shout them out. I might be leading a discussion on government and suddenly be interrupted: “We gotta get more Democrats! Clinton, she good!” The student may seem content with that outburst but two minutes later, he would suddenly start yelling again: “Clinton good!”

Anyone who is around young blacks will probably get a constant diet of rap music. Blacks often make up their own jingles, and it was not uncommon for 15 black boys to swagger into a classroom, bouncing their shoulders and jiving back.
They were yelling back and forth, rapping 15 different sets of words in the same harsh, rasping dialect. The words were almost invariably a childish form of boasting: “Who got dem shine rim, who got dem shine shoe, who got dem shine grill (gold and silver dental caps)?” The amateur rapper usually ends with a claim–in the crudest terms imaginable — that all womankind is sexually devoted to him. For whatever reason, my students would often groan instead of saying a particular word, as in, “She suck dat aaahhhh (think of a long grinding groan), she f**k dat aaaahhhh, she lick dat aaaahhh.”

Black women love to dance — in a way white people might call gyrating. So many black girls dance in the hall, in the classroom, on the chairs, next to the chairs, under the chairs, everywhere. Once I took a call on my cell phone and had to step outside of class. I was away about two minutes but when I got back the black girls had lined up at the front of the classroom and were convulsing to the delight of the boys.
Many black people, especially black women, are enormously fat. Some are so fat I had to arrange special seating to accommodate their bulk. I am not saying there are no fat white students — there are — but it is a matter of numbers and attitudes. Many black girls simply do not care that they are fat. There are plenty of white anorexics, but I have never met or heard of a black anorexic.

“Black women be big Mr. Jackson,” my students would explain.
“Is it okay in the black community to be a little overweight?” I ask. Two obese black girls in front of my desk begin to dance, “You know dem boys lak juicy fruit, Mr. Jackson.” “Juicy” is a colorful black expression for the buttocks.
Blacks, on average, are the most directly critical people I have ever met: “Dat shirt stupid. Yo’ kid a bastard. Yo’ lips big.” Unlike whites, who tread gingerly around the subject of race, they can be brutally to the point. Once I needed to send a student to the office to deliver a message. I asked for volunteers, and suddenly you would think my classroom was a bastion of civic engagement. Thirty dark hands shot into the air. My students loved to leave the classroom and slack off, even if just for a few minutes, away from the eye of white authority. I picked a light-skinned boy to deliver the message. One very black student was indignant: “You pick da half-breed.” And immediately other blacks take up the cry, and half a dozen mouths are screaming, “He half-breed.”
For decades, the country has been lamenting the poor academic performance of blacks and there is much to lament. There is no question, however, that many blacks come to school with a serious handicap that is not their fault. At home they have learned a dialect that is almost a different language. Blacks not only mispronounce words; their grammar is often wrong. When a black wants to ask, “Where is the bathroom?” he may actually say “Whar da badroom be?” Grammatically, this is the equivalent of “Where the bathroom is?” And this is the way they speak in high school. Students write the way they speak, so this is the language that shows up in written assignments.
It is true that some whites face a similar handicap. They speak with what I would call a “country” accent that is hard to reproduce but results in sentences such as “I’m gonna gemme a Coke.” Some of these country whites had to learn correct pronunciation and usage. The difference is that most whites overcome this handicap and learn to speak correctly; many blacks do not.

Most of the blacks I taught simply had no interest in academic subjects. I taught history, and students would often say they didn’t want to do an assignment or they didn’t like history because it was all about white people. Of course, this was “diversity” history, in which every cowboy’s black cook got a special page on how he contributed to winning the West, but black children still found it inadequate. So I would throw up my hands and assign them a project on a real, historical black person. My favorite was Marcus Garvey. They had never heard of him, and I would tell them to research him, but they never did. They didn’t care and they didn’t want to do any work.

Anyone who teaches blacks soon learns that they have a completely different view of government from whites. Once I decided to fill 25 minutes by having students write about one thing the government should do to improve America. I gave this question to three classes totaling about 100 students, approximately 80 of whom were black. My few white students came back with generally “conservative” ideas. “We need to cut off people who don’t work,” was the most common suggestion. Nearly every black gave a variation on the theme of “We need more government services.”
My students had only the vaguest notion of who pays for government services. For them, it was like a magical piggy bank that never goes empty. One black girl was exhorting the class on the need for more social services and I kept trying to explain that people, real live people, are taxed for the money to pay for those services. “Yeah, it come from whites,” she finally said. “They stingy anyway.”

“Many black people make over $50,000 dollars a year and you would also be taking away from your own people,” I said.
She had an answer to that: “Dey half breed.” The class agreed. I let the subject drop.
Many black girls are perfectly happy to be welfare queens. On career day, one girl explained to the class that she was going to have lots of children and get fat checks from the government. No one in the class seemed to have any objection to this career choice.

Surprising attitudes can come out in class discussion. We were talking about the crimes committed in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and I brought up the rape of a young girl in the bathroom of the Superdome. A majority of my students believed this was a horrible crime but a few took it lightly. One black boy spoke up without raising his hand: “Dat no big deal. They thought they is gonna die so they figured they have some fun. Dey jus’ wanna have a fun time; you know what I’m sayin’?” A few black heads nodded in agreement.

My department head once asked all the teachers to get a response from all students to the following question: “Do you think it is okay to break the law if it will benefit you greatly?” By then, I had been teaching for a while and was not surprised by answers that left a young, liberal, white woman colleague aghast. “Yeah” was the favorite answer. As one student explained, “Get dat green.”

There is a level of conformity among blacks that whites would find hard to believe. They like one kind of music: rap. They will vote for one political party: Democrat. They dance one way, speak one way, are loud the same way, and fail their exams in the same way. Of course, there are exceptions but they are rare.

Whites are different. Some like country music, others heavy metal, some prefer pop, and still others, God forbid, enjoy rap music. They have different associations, groups, almost ideologies. There are jocks, nerds, preppies, and hunters. Blacks are all — well — black, and they are quick to let other blacks know when they deviate from the norm.
One might object that there are important group differences among blacks that a white man simply cannot detect. I have done my best to find them, but so far as I can tell, they dress the same, talk the same, think the same. Certainly, they form rival groups, but the groups are not different in any discernible way. There simply are no groups of blacks that are as distinctly different from each other as white “nerds,” “hunters,” or “Goths,” for example.

How the world looks to blacks: One point on which all blacks agree is that everything is “racis’.” This is one message of liberalism they have absorbed completely. Did you do your homework? “Na, homework racis’.” Why did you get an F on the test? “Test racis’.”

I was trying to teach a unit on British philosophers and the first thing the students noticed about Bentham, Hobbes, and Locke was “Dey all white! Where da black philosopher a’?” I tried to explain there were no blacks in eighteenth century Britain. You can probably guess what they said to that: “Dat racis’!” One student accused me of deliberately failing him on a test because I didn’t like black people.
“Do you think I really hate black people?”


“Have I done anything to make you feel this way? How do you know?”

“You just do.

“Why do you say that?”

He just smirked, looked out the window, and sucked air through his teeth. Perhaps this was a regional thing, but the blacks often sucked air through their teeth as a wordless expression of disdain or hostility.

My students were sometimes unable to see the world except through the lens of their own blackness. I had a class that was host to a German exchange student. One day he put on a Power Point presentation with famous German landmarks as well as his school and family.

From time to time during the presentation, blacks would scream, “Where da black folk?!” The exasperated German tried several times to explain that there were no black people where he lived in Germany. The students did not believe him. I told them Germany is in Europe, where white people are from, and Africa is where black people are from. They insisted that the German student was racist, and deliberately refused to associate with blacks.

Blacks are keenly interested in their own racial characteristics. I have learned, for example, that some blacks have “good hair.” Good hair is black parlance for black-white hybrid hair. Apparently, it is less kinky, easier to style, and considered more attractive. Blacks are also proud of light skin. Imagine two black students shouting insults across the room. One is dark but slim; the other light and obese. The dark one begins the exchange: “You fat, Ridario!” Ridario smiles, doesn’t deign to look at his detractor, shakes his head like a wobbling top, and says, “You wish you light skinned.”

They could go on like this, repeating the same insults over and over.
My black students had nothing but contempt for Hispanic immigrants. They would vent their feelings so crudely that our department strongly advised us never to talk about immigration in class in case the principal or some outsider might overhear.
Whites were “racis’,” of course, but they thought of us at least as Americans. Not the Mexicans. Blacks have a certain, not necessarily hostile understanding of white people. They know how whites act, and it is clear they believe whites are smart and are good at organizing things. At the same time, they probably suspect whites are just putting on an act when they talk about equality, as if it is all a sham that makes it easier for whites to control blacks. Blacks want a bigger piece of the American pie. I’m convinced that if it were up to them they would give whites a considerably smaller piece than whites get now, but they would give us something. They wouldn’t give Mexicans anything.

What about black boys and white girls? No one is supposed to notice this or talk about it but it is glaringly obvious: Black boys are obsessed with white girls. I’ve witnessed the following drama countless times. A black boy saunters up to a white girl. The cocky black dances around her, not really in a menacing way. It’s more a shuffle than a threat. As he bobs and shuffles he asks, “When you gonna go wit’ me?”
There are two kinds of reply. The more confident white girl gets annoyed, looks away from the black and shouts, “I don’t wanna go out with you!” The more demure girl will look at her feet and mumble a polite excuse but ultimately say no.
There is only one response from the black boy: “You racis’.” Many girls — all too many — actually feel guilty because they do not want to date blacks. Most white girls at my school stayed away from blacks, but a few, particularly the ones who were addicted to drugs, fell in with them.

There is something else that is striking about blacks. They seem to have no sense of romance, of falling in love. What brings men and women together is sex, pure and simple, and there is a crude openness about this. There are many degenerate whites, of course, but some of my white students were capable of real devotion and tenderness, emotions that seemed absent from blacks — especially the boys.

Black schools are violent and the few whites who are too poor to escape are caught in the storm. The violence is astonishing, not so much that it happens, but the atmosphere in which it happens. Blacks can be smiling, seemingly perfectly content with what they are doing, having a good time, and then, suddenly start fighting. It’s uncanny. Not long ago, I was walking through the halls and a group of black boys were walking in front of me. All of a sudden they started fighting with another group in the hallway.
Blacks are extraordinarily quick to take offense. Once I accidentally scuffed a black boy’s white sneaker with my shoe. He immediately rubbed his body up against mine and threatened to attack me. I stepped outside the class and had a security guard escort the student to the office. It was unusual for students to threaten teachers physically this way, but among themselves, they were quick to fight for similar reasons.
The real victims are the unfortunate whites caught in this. They are always in danger and their educations suffer. White weaklings are particularly susceptible, but mostly to petty violence. They may be slapped or get a couple of kicks when they are trying to open a bottom locker. Typically, blacks save the hard, serious violence for each other.
There was a lot of promiscuous sex among my students and this led to violence. Black girls were constantly fighting over black boys. It was not uncommon to see two girls literally ripping each other’s hair out with a police officer in the middle trying to break up the fight. The black boy they were fighting over would be standing by with a smile, enjoying the show he had created. For reasons I cannot explain, boys seldom fought over girls.

Pregnancy was common among the blacks, though many black girls were so fat I could not tell the difference. I don’t know how many girls got abortions, but when they had the baby they usually stayed in school and had their own parents look after the child. The school did not offer daycare.

Aside from the police officers constantly on patrol, a sure sign that you are in a black school is the coke cage: the chain-link fence that many majority-black schools use to protect vending machines. The cage surrounds the machine and even covers its top. Delivery employees have to unlock a gate on the front of the cage to service the machines. Companies would prefer not to build cages around vending machines. They are expensive, ugly, and a bother, but black students smashed the machines so many times it was cheaper to build a cage than repair the damage. Rumor had it that before the cages went up blacks would turn the machines upside down in the hope that the money would fall out.

Security guards are everywhere in black schools — we had one on every hall. They also sat in on unruly classes and escorted students to the office. They were unarmed, but worked closely with the three city police officers who were constantly on duty.
There was a lot of drug-dealing at my school. This was a good way to make a fair amount of money but it also gave boys power over girls who wanted drugs. An addicted girl — black or white — became the plaything of anyone who could get her drugs.

One of my students was a notorious drug dealer. Everyone knew it. He was 19 years old and in eleventh grade. Once he got a score of three out of 100 on a test. He had been locked up four times since he was 13.
One day, I asked him, “Why do you come to school?”
He wouldn’t answer. He just looked out the window, smiled, and sucked air through his teeth. His friend Yidarius ventured an explanation: “He get dat green and get dem females.”

“What is the green?” I asked. “Money or dope?” “Both,” said Yidarius with a smile.
A very fat black interrupted from across the room: “We get dat lunch,” Mr. Jackson. “We gotta get dat lunch and brickfuss.” He means the free breakfast and lunch poor students get every day. “Nigga, we know’d you be lovin’ brickfuss!” shouts another student.

Some readers may believe that I have drawn a cruel caricature of black students. After all, according to official figures some 85 percent of them graduate. It would be instructive to know how many of those scraped by with barely a C- record. They go from grade to grade and they finally get their diplomas because there is so much pressure on teachers to push them through. It saves money to move them along, the school looks good, and the teachers look good.
Many of these children should have been failed, but the system would crack under their weight if they were all held back.
How did my experiences make me feel about blacks? Ultimately, I lost sympathy for them. In so many ways they seem to make their own beds. There they were in an integrationist’s fantasy–in the same classroom with white students, eating the same lunch, using the same bathrooms, listening to the same teachers–and yet the blacks fail while the whites pass.
One tragic outcome among whites who have been teaching for too long is that it can engender something close to hatred. One teacher I knew gave up fast food–not for health reasons but because where he lived most fast-food workers were black. He had enough of blacks on the job. This was an extreme example but years of frustration can take their toll. Many of my white colleagues with any experience were well on their way to that state of mind.

There is an unutterable secret among teachers: Almost all realize that blacks do not respond to traditional white instruction. Does that put the lie to environmentalism? Not at all. It is what brings about endless, pointless innovation that is supposed to bring blacks up to the white level. The solution is more diversity–or put more generally, the solution is change. Change is an almost holy word in education, and you can fail a million times as long as you keep changing. That is why liberals keep revamping the curriculum and the way it is taught. For example, teachers are told that blacks need hands-on instruction and more group work.
Teachers are told that blacks are more vocal and do not learn through reading and lectures. The implication is that they have certain traits that lend themselves to a different kind of teaching.

Whites have learned a certain way for centuries but it just doesn’t work with blacks. Of course, this implies racial differences but if pressed, most liberal teachers would say different racial learning styles come from some indefinable cultural characteristic unique to blacks. Therefore, schools must change, America must change. But into what? How do you turn quantum physics into hands-on instruction or group work? No one knows, but we must keep changing until we find something that works.
Public school has certainly changed since anyone reading this was a student. I have a friend who teaches elementary school, and she tells me that every week the students get a new diversity lesson, shipped in fresh from some bureaucrat’s office in Washington or the state capital. She showed me the materials for one week: a large poster, about the size of a forty-two inch flat-screen television. It shows an utterly diverse group — I mean diverse: handicapped, Muslim, Jewish, effeminate, poor, rich, brown, slightly brown, yellow, etc.–sitting at a table, smiling gaily, accomplishing some undefined task. The poster comes with a sheet of questions the teacher is supposed to ask. One might be: “These kids sure look different, but they look happy. Can you tell me which one in the picture is an American?”

Some eight-year-old, mired in ignorance, will point to a white child like himself. “That one.”

The teacher reads from the answer, conveniently printed along with the question. “No, Billy, all these children are Americans. They are just as American as you.”
The children get a snack, and the poster goes up on the wall until another one comes a week later. This is what happens at predominately white, middle-class, elementary schools everywhere. Elementary school teachers love All of the Colors of the Race, by award-winning children’s poet Arnold Adoff.

These are some of the lines they read to the children: “Mama is chocolate . . . Daddy is vanilla . . . Me (sic) is better . . . It is a new color. It is a new flavor. For love. Sometimes blackness seems too black for me, and whiteness is too sickly pale; and I wish every one were golden. Remember: long ago before people moved and migrated, and mixed and matched . . . there was one people: one color, one race. The colors are flowing from what was before me to what will be after. All the colors.”

Teaching as a career: It may come as a surprise after what I have written, but my experiences have given me a deep appreciation for teaching as a career. It offers a stable, middle-class life but comes with the capacity to make real differences in the lives of children. In our modern, atomized world children often have very little communication with adults — especially, or even, with their parents — so there is potential for a real transaction between pupil and teacher, disciple and master.
A rewarding relationship can grow up between an exceptional, interested student and his teacher. I have stayed in my classroom with a group of students discussing ideas and playing chess until the janitor kicked us out. I was the old gentleman, imparting my history, culture, personal loves and triumphs, defeats and failures to young kinsman. Sometimes I fancied myself Tyrtaeus, the Spartan poet, who counseled the youth to honor and loyalty. I never had this kind intimacy with a black student, and I know of no other white teacher who did.

Teaching can be fun. For a certain kind of person it is exhilarating to map out battles on chalkboards, and teach heroism. It is rewarding to challenge liberal prejudices, to leave my mark on these children, but what I aimed for with my white students I could never achieve with the blacks.

There is a kind of child whose look can melt your heart: some working-class castaway, in and out of foster homes, often abused, who is nevertheless almost an angel. Your heart melts for these children, this refuse of the modern world.

Many white students possess a certain innocence; their cheeks still blush. Try as I might, I could not get the blacks to care one bit about Beethoven or Sherman’s march to the sea, or Tyrtaeus, or Oswald Spengler, or even liberals like John Rawls, or their own history. They cared about nothing I tried to teach them. When this goes on year after year it chokes the soul out of a teacher, destroys his pathos, and sends him guiltily searching for The Bell Curve on the Internet.

Blacks break down the intimacy that can be achieved in the classroom, and leave you convinced that that intimacy is really a form of kinship. Without intending to, they destroy what is most beautiful–whether it be your belief in human equality, your daughter’s innocence, or even the state of the hallway.

Just last year I read on the bathroom stall the words “F**k Whitey.” Not two feet away, on the same stall, was a small swastika.

The National Council for the Social Studies, the leading authority on social science education in the United States, urges teachers to inculcate such values as equality of opportunity, individual property rights, and a democratic form of government. Even if teachers could inculcate this milquetoast ideology into whites, liberalism is doomed because so many non-whites are not receptive to education of any kind beyond the merest basics.

It is impossible to get them to care about such abstractions as property rights or democratic citizenship. They do not see much further than the fact that you live in a big house and “we in da pro-jek.” Of course, there are a few loutish whites who will never think past their next meal and a few sensitive blacks for whom anything is possible, but no society takes on the characteristics of its exceptions.

Once I asked my students, “What do you think of the Constitution?” “It white,” one slouching black rang out. The class began to laugh. And I caught myself laughing along with them, laughing while Pompeii’s volcano simmers, while the barbarians swell around the Palatine, while the country I love, and the job I love, and the community I love become dimmer by the day.

I read a book by an expatriate Rhodesian who visited Zimbabwe not too many years ago. Traveling with a companion, she stopped at a store along the highway. A black man materialized next to her car window. “Job, boss, (I) work good, boss,” he pleaded. “You give job.”

“What happened to your old job?” the expatriate white asked. The black man replied in the straightforward manner of his race: “We drove out the whites. No more jobs. You give job.”

At some level, my students understand the same thing. One day I asked the bored, black faces staring back at me. “What would happen if all the white people in America disappeared tomorrow?”

“We screwed,” a young, pitch-black boy screamed back. The rest of the blacks laughed.

I have had children tell me to my face as they struggled with an assignment. “I cain’t do dis,” Mr. Jackson. “I black.”

The point is that human beings are not always rational. It is in the black man’s interest to have whites in Zimbabwe but he drives them out and starves. Most whites do not think black Americans could ever do anything so irrational. They see blacks on television smiling, fighting evil whites, embodying white values. But the real black is not on television, and you pull your purse closer when you see him, and you lock the car doors when he swaggers by with his pants hanging down almost to his knees.
For those of you with children, better a smaller house in a white district than a fancy one near a black school.

I have been in parent-teacher conferences that broke my heart: the child pleading with his parents to take him out of school; the parents convinced their child’s fears are groundless. If you love your child, show her you care — not by giving her fancy vacations or a car, but making her innocent years safe and happy. Give her the gift of a not-heavily black school.

*It is important to add that this Essay was originally posted on the Rants/Raves /Personals section of the Mobile, Alabama Craig's list (It was removed) It was then re-posted on Facebook. (Again it was removed)  The Author wishes to remain anonymous.  I copied and pasted the original article in it's untouched entirety on my personal Blog.


  • In 59 voting districts in the Philadelphia region, Obama received 100% of the votes with not even a single vote recorded for Romney. (A mathematical and statistical impossibility).

  • It is true that 59 voting divisions in Philadelphia recorded no votes for Mitt Romney, but given the voter composition of the Philadelphia area (and some Philadelphia wards in particular) and the number of voters in each division, that outcome was hardly a "mathematical and statistical impossibility."
  • In 59 voting districts in the Philadelphia region, Obama received 100% of the votes with not even a single vote recorded for Romney. (A mathematical and statistical impossibility).

  • It is true that 59 voting divisions in Philadelphia recorded no votes for Mitt Romney, but given the voter composition of the Philadelphia area (and some Philadelphia wards in particular) and the number of voters in each division, that outcome was hardly a "mathematical and statistical impossibility."


    •In 59 voting districts in the Philadelphia region, Obama received 100% of the votes with not even a single vote recorded for Romney. (A mathematical and statistical impossibility).



    It is true that 59 voting divisions in Philadelphia recorded no votes for Mitt Romney, but given the voter composition of the Philadelphia area (and some Philadelphia wards in particular) and the number of voters in each division, that outcome was hardly a "mathematical and statistical impossibility."



    Saturday, December 28, 2013

    Idiots and Advertising - The Bungling White boy

    Idiots and Advertising

     AKA Commercials with the Smart Black Supervisor
    And the Idiot Whiteboy

    Besides earning the moniker “The Guitar god from Los Altos”, (CA) I also sport a degree in Business Administration.
    Recently a Television personality said: “I’m getting sick of the bungling white male acting foolish in front of a black family”. 

    They’re called "MultiCulti" commercials.  I DARE you to “Google” the phrase "Blacks in Commercials".  There is an endless stream of vitriolic hate from people,(many of them not racist) who are just tired of ad agencies perpetuating the myth of "The wiser and smarter black male figure and the idiot white male".  Then the pundits quote the statistic of 13.3% of the national population making up 40% of the Prison population (according to the US Bureau of Justice Statistics) and last but not least, 73 percent of all children in that 13.3% being born out of wedlock.

     Confused?  Keep reading ………You won’t be.

     I think after all the studies I've read (and yes I've spent hours on that this "MultiCulti" or "Visual Diversity" (The PC term for it) is a new paradigm being pushed by many Marketing professors in universities. (It’s interesting how many of these authors are not only Marketing professors, but African American studies professors as well) I find it amazing how professors use percentages to influence total dollar buying power. (Bush43 would call it Fuzzy Math).


    These "Professors" want us to think that a pound of "feathers" is heavier than a pound of "Gold" in other words; "America needs to notice the increased percentage of buying power from the black consumer",yet in the same sentence they will quote studies(Selig Center for Economic Growth at the University of Georgia) that show 85.5% of America's buying power still comes from Whites. 


    As previously stated: I have a degree in business administration”, and in my time, the only color you were concerned about when it came to marketing was green.  This is why I felt the trend in "MultiCulti" commercials was a result of 3 possiblitlities.


    1. FCC regulations  (They were forced to make these types of commercials)
    2. Federal Grants or Subsidies (Financial motivation)
    3. Minorities had more disposable income.  (Obama wealth redistribution)
    In 2009, attorney Mark Lloyd, the former executive director of the civil rights forum on communications policy (FCC Czar at the time) said "Whites were going to have to step down so others can have the power".   Many felt Lloyd was thinking out loud. 

    The subsidies theory was the most plausible and made the most sense. (Especially after the Solyndra debacle)  But with this administration; When has common sense ever been common practice?

    Recently, I finally got a friend of mine who manages a large ABC affiliate in a large market to come clean and tell me all he knew about subsidies and minority restrictions.  He said there were none.  He even explained that the Democrats were trying to bring back the “Fairness doctrine” , but were not having any luck. 


    We are living in the worst economy this country has ever faced.  Ad Agencies are lost. They’re searching for pearls in a bucket of oysters.  They function on a very high level of “Knee Jerk” reactions.  I’ll give you a great example.  In 2004 when Bush was re-elected, the demographics (Information based on people, locations , purchasing habits and trends, etc...) showed that he was elected by a high Christian base.  It was in 2005 that we saw every independent “family” programming station bought by the alphabet networks.  In other words, the Advertising Industry has very little in the way of originality. 

    In 1991 The Grunge band Nirvana blew all of the L.A. “Hair Bands” off the Charts and into the unemployment lines with the release of their 2nd album “Nevermind” which featured the song: “Smells like teen spirit”.   A&R reps literally flooded Seattle that same week and signed any garage band that was playing in a club anywhere in downtown Seattle.  This is a great example of the “Knee Jerk” (Emphasis on Jerk) reaction of the Advertising industry. 


    All the demographics the Ad agents had to go on in 2009 was that America voted for a Black person.  So it interpreted this as America must love Africans.  And as a result of college professorial indoctrination; Ad agencies ran with this.  In 2009 and 2010 we saw the genesis of the Dominant black male and the timid “bungling” white male.  This added to the fury which led to one of biggest landslide losses for the DNC in 2010.  In 2011 the MultiCulti’s went away for awhile.


    How Obama won in 2012; (Hook or crook?) we’ll never know as evidence of voter fraud continues to surface every month.  But like an old teddy bear from their youth, the ad agents gleefully have gone back to the smart Black male/dumb white MultiCulti commercials again. 

     Geico Commercial
    Obamacare commercial begging for youths to sign up


     Look for the ad agencies to dispense with their default racist commercials in the wake of the recent outcry from the White American Public over the actions of A&E’s screw up with Duck Dynasty.  (One of America’s most popular phenomena) Anti-minority sentiment is waking from its’ slumber of tolerance (partially due to the "Knock out game, where black teens try to render 90 year old Jews unconscious)
    and in doing so, has given Ad Agencies everywhere reason to make commercials with bearded Camo White people killing animals. 

    I've noticed a decrease in the MultiCulti commercials over the Christmas Holidays and would expect to see more "Heartland" commercials in January.  If not; The Ad Agencies just don't get it, or don't want to accept it. 

    Wednesday, December 25, 2013

    Another Fucking Christmas

    Another Fucking Christmas

    Ebeneezer Ace
    I think Christmas is a wonderful time of the year, especially if you’re a kid with two “caring” parents and especially if you have lots of “caring” relatives.   By the time you’ve gone through your first divorce; it changes your paradigm, ergo the “Magic” of the season changes as well. 


    What I’ve found Christmas to be in my older years, (Once the kids have left) is that each Christmas starts getting compared to the ghosts of Christmas past.   Once the relatives have all died and the innocence of the nucleus family has been shattered by divorce, you’re left with memories of what Christmas use to be.  I won’t bore you with my fucked up childhood as my alcoholic mom died when I was 11 and my father who was 50 years older than me was in an awkward position after her departure.  So as a 12 year old kid, if I wanted a Christmas tree; I had to save my allowance, lunch money and wash the neighbor’s cars to get the 10 bucks for a tree.  At that point it was just my father and I in a 2 bedroom apartment.  So at the age of 12 I wanted to recreate the kind of Christmas you see in the movies. 


    It was this attitude that encouraged me to marry at the age of 23.  It was more about replacing the family that was torn to shreds by the bottle.  Be careful what you hope for.  I would say the best Christmases would be when my two boys were small and Christmas was more than just a day but a Campaign.  I think we actually had several years that were somewhat “Griswoldish” in nature.  I wish I could remember them better.  ( I didn’t get the photos in the divorce).   But at a certain point, Christmas turns into finding the popular Christmas gift for that season.  I remember, Teddy Ruxpins, Laser Tag, probably one of the most memorable Christmases would be the year I had to put together a spring “Hop along” Horse.  Then it was Big Wheels, Surf Boards, and mountain bikes and so on; it was fun spoiling my boys in a way I wish I could have been spoiled.


    To quote Arnold Swarzenegger in The Last Action Hero: “What do you know? You still have your first divorce to go through.  When I heard this line, it really resonated in a mysterious way”.


    In America, getting divorced between 37 and 42 is like having your wisdom teeth pulled or your tonsils removed.  It’s going to happen.  When it does, Christmas, New Years, Easter and Birthdays are never the same. 


    I might add that this scenario is truly unfair to your second marriage.  So, just as the 12 year old Ace that saved his allowance for a Christmas tree; I find myself trying to do the same things I did when I had a 5 year old and an 8 year old who woke up at five in the morning to see what Santa brought.  You can’t recapture that innocence.  What’s worse is the older you get, the more thoughtful your gifts need to be.  You sort of need to start thinking about Christmas in April. 


    Otherwise, you’re just buying shit for your partner and after a while it shows.  I might add that I did well this Christmas.  (In giving as well as receiving).  But I’m getting really tired.  Maybe it’s 5 years of an Idiot in the white house.  I’m just really tired.  I hope everyone reading this had a great Christmas.

    Monday, December 23, 2013

    Pornobillie - Buck Naked


    San Francisco 1992

    Phil Bury was a personal influence on my musical taste at the time.  Phil who is better known as Buck Naked along with this brother Stephen (Hector Naked) and David Wees (Stinky LePew) took Rock a billy in the mid eithies and gave it a twist.  Phil would come out on stage wearing nothing but Cowboy Boots, A Cowboy Hat and a Toilet Plunger strapped to his waist.

    They were good friends with Primus. (Many of you know Les Claypool from the South park Theme and their cameo in Bill & Ted’s Excellent adventure).  But Phil took Blue Suede Shoes one step further.

    The group had two “HITS” or local favorites of their cult following.

            1. Teenaged Pussy From Outer Space
            2. Bend Over Baby and Let me Drive

    They were the Anti-Stray Cats.  In fact, they were too cool for the Reverend Horton Heat.  Unfortunately, they were too cool for RCA and Sony.

    It didn’t matter as one night Phil was walking his dog in the pan handle of Golden Gate park when a deranged homeless Cab Driver named Michael Kagan, who fed and talked to the pigeons, pulled out a hand gun and killed Phil.  Kagan got 16 years for manslaughter.  But the Bare Bottom Boys would be no more as Buck Naked died 22 years ago. 

    Friday, December 20, 2013



    For anyone who has had to attend a business social or for that matter a PTA meeting (if they even have those still) two topics you never bring up are politics and religion.  The problem is, both have a solid line of division between liberal and conservative and believer and sinner.

    The problem is that both topics infringe on the emotional aspect of the discussion and in most individual’s minds emotions trump truth.  Put aside the Democrat vs. Republican debate as well as the Christian vs. Jew vs. Islam vs. sinner debate.  Some of the most heated debates occur within the factions of each party.  Far left liberals spit on center left liberals.  The Tea Party is quick to run a “more conservative” candidate  against a sure winner.  This is called blind Ideology. 

    The same holds true in religion.  We don’t need to look at Islam vs. Christianity to find emotional vitriol, just look at how spiteful the far right was when it came to accepting a “Mormon” in 2012.  They stayed home rather than vote against a candidate that is dismantling our country day by day.  In fact, within Christianity, you have Catholics and Protestants.  Within the ranks of both you have splinter factions.  Even in the same church you’ll find members of the same congregation that can’t agree on something. 

    Both Topics boil down to one single conflict, stubborn emotions versus biased ignorance.  The Native Americans use to solve inner conflict with a tool called the talking stick.  When there was a conflict amongst the tribes; the heads of state would meet and the speaker would take possession of the “Talking Stick”.  He would not release possession of it until everyone in the tent understood his concerns from HIS point of view.  This is called empathic listening.  It’s listening without reading your own agenda into it.  
    Recently a famous speaker wrote a whole chapter in his bestselling book on this very practice.  He said: “Seek first to understand; then to be understood”.  Of course the Native American Nation didn’t have lobbyists or community Organizers making threats every time someone disagreed with them and perhaps we wouldn’t have that problem either if each other’s pundits would seek to understand before seeking to destroy or organize a boycotte.

    Gutfeld Cool


    In High School, finding your own image is the first rule of survival.  Many going through puberty are so insecure when it comes to finding, creating or selecting a self Identity that they just want to "Fit in".  Some of us didn't care......

    Some were the outcast, The James Dean with no Idea of a cause. For many; you were a Jock or a Cheerleader.  Of course the Nerds were simply those trying to find their way from Comic con to Science class. Nerds were the opposite of the next group as they confessed they were nerds but they had three dimensional thinking. Most nerds of yesterday are called "Boss" today.  

    Now we have the Goths who scream for the attention they never got at home.  In some states, you're a gangster or you're a Cowboy. A few of us grew up as musicians (Not the marching band type) and found it hard to assimilate in certain clicks.  The same rules applied to artists and writers.  We were the smart loners camouflaged in our creativity.  For us social acceptance was secondary to self awareness. We became real friends with girls while guys from the other groups were either afraid of them, or trying to use them to prove their manhood.  It would be years later that the girl you were friends with would regret not wanting you because you weren't the Quarterback or the popular guy with the "In crowd".

    The Greg Gutfelds of High School were the silent outliers.  We were to small for sports, weren't black, didn't like Cowboy Hats, and weren't so desperate as to self mutilate our bodies and stick sharp shit in our tongues, nose, eye brows, cheeks and other reproductive areas.  Perhaps we enjoyed science fiction but didn't obsess over Klingons, Vampires or the Force.

    We were too cool and smart to be understood. We didn't fit into any clicks.  We saw the teen Idols for the crap they were, yet played our Iggy Pop cassettes down low for fear of being perceived as different (Rule #2, don't stand out without a click behind you), and we understood Monty Python humor.  But one thing us silent outliers had which many of the other students didn't have were Big Dreams. 

    College was a place we went to because we felt it rounded us out. College was an alternative to working at Caterpillar or Costco  your whole life.  In the end, being Gutfeld cool is about being alternative.  It's about thinking outside the box or taking the road less travelled.  You would only listen to Hootie and his Blowfish if sex was almost guaranteed.  When the jocks were listening to "Girls, Girls, Girls" we were into "The Melvins"  and were listening to grunge before it had a genre.

    At a certain point, we saw the polarization of America.  You either had something to offer society, or you got a job you hated and couldn't wait to get home to drink beer after beer as a form of self medication.  Once you saw pass the "Save the Earth" causes, or the "Feed the World" causes and realized that life is short and the Earth doesn't need man to save it from anything; you were able to see the left for the frauds they had become.  Once the civil rights movement was dealt with in Congress, the compassionate liberal had no place to go.  So it invented dangers like Global Warming and got the Idea that it knew what was best for everyone.  (A bigoted attitude by definition). 

    Once we started paying taxes and wondered where the money went; we developed a deeper appreciation for the free market and liberty.  Thus a conservative is born.


    Wednesday, December 18, 2013

    Fast Lane to Communism

    Sun Tzu - The Counter Culture - Hollywood and Video Games


    The Fast lane to Communism


    In 1918, a young Corporal Adolf Hitler and many of his "trench mates" felt they had been stabbed in the back by the communist labor party in Berlin.  The German Communist party consisted mainly of Jewish communists.  The reason for the vitriolic hatred for the Jewish Communists was because they (The Communists) had arranged a strike while German soldiers were strategically winning the trench war in France.  The lack of ammunition from the father land in conjunction with the influx of American supplies lead to what many Germans considered a reluctant surrender.  This was the seed that planted the hatred in the mind of the young Hitler for years.

     Hitler had a hunger for the death of Communism.  Although he entered into an agreement with Russia that would divide Poland in 1939, Hitler was merely using Stalin and setting him up for the "Eastern Invasion", operation Barbarossa.  Payback was in motion.   

    The Art of War


    The Art of War was written by The Chinese Warrior "Sun Tzu" a high ranking military General in 512 B.C. which was first translated into French in the year 1772 and into English in 1910.  Students of Sun Tzu's book include Communist leader Mao Zedong, General Douglas McArthur and various Imperial leaders of Japan.  The Art of War is one of the first books written on the strategies of Combat.

    What we want to focus on is chapter 1 of the book's 13 chapters. Sun Tzu's PARADIGM when it comes to war is summed up in this sentence: "The greatest General is He who wins the war without a shot being fired".  In chapter one Tzu talks about the 5 influences on the Art of War.  #1 being the Moral Law.  This is what enables the sentence above.  Sun Tzu's last and least technique for war is to attack a walled city.  He calls it a last resort.  He would have been appalled by the English marching in lines during the American Revolution. 

     Sun Tzu opens his dialogue with the statement that "The key to war is deception". (If you like your doctor you can keep him. Period) This principle was used in WWII as General McArthur used inflatable tanks to deceive Nazi Germany into thinking he was building up troops and carriers for an attack in the North, which is where Hitler and his leaders were preparing to counter the allied invasion.  The deception worked when the Allies chose to land on June 6th on Normandy beach to the south.  It’s also the technique used by America’s 44th president to gain re-election. 
    The Counter Culture
    But much is made of "The Moral Law".  The Moral law is what unites the population.  The Moral law is what convinces the individual to risk their life for the greater good according to the Moral law.  Manipulating this technique was used effectively in the 1960s when the "Anti-war movement" was started.(Much to the advantage of the advancing Communist forces in Vietnam). Chairman Mao Zedong was a student of Sun Tzu's "Art of War" and knew that the only way to defeat America was to change the "Moral Law".  So he put forth a social campaign to try and change the "Unity" of the American public. And it worked.  Rather than stopping the spread of communism; songs like "Give peace a chance", changed the paradigm in America.  In business, this strategy is called: "Repositioning the opposition".  Soon, American patriotism turned to: "Hell no. We won't go".  At the same time; Communism continued with its movement in America and created what would be referred to as the "Counter-Culture".  I'm referring to those who found it cool to be anti-American. (Your basic leftist liberal).  It was at this time that communism would make its’ move. 


    Senator Joseph McCarthy
    After WWII; America had taken its’ place in the world as THE "World Power".  In 1950 the communist got the break they were waiting for.  It came in the form of a witch hunter/Patriot named Senator Joseph McCarthy. 60 years later, some say McCarthy was right.  But McCarthy made a name for himself by tracking down communist infiltrators in the Army and our government.  Much to Senator McCarthy's demise, the public grew weary of McCarthy's accusations of communist infiltration.  This was the opportunity China and Russia were seeking.  Remember, Russia was a reluctant ally in WWII.  We actually saved China, only to see it taken over by a high ranking Communist General named Mao Zedong.  
    It was a paradigm of: "The enemy of my enemy is a friend of mine".  But no sooner than Berlin fell, did we see Russia set its’ eyes on spreading Communism.  In 1950,(5 years after the end of WWII) China would fight a proxy war backing North Korea.  The war was neither lost nor won.  An armistice was signed in 1953. It is still the only agreement that keeps North Korea out of South Korea.  In this war, we saw North Korean Pilots flying Russian Migs, while Americans were flying F-86 Saber jets.


    Shampoo ~ Rinse ~ Repeat:

    "Vietnam 1954 - 1975"
    Vietnam was another proxy war fought between Communist China (Sponsoring North Vietnam) and the United States (backing South Vietnam).  This war included Cambodia and Laos. America lost its "Innocence" in this war.  The "Moral Law" in America was being altered not only by Communist China and the court of public opinion; but also by the birth of the Military Industrial Complex.  What good is making a $4,000,000 aircraft if you don’t have a war to show it off in?

     In California, the President of the Screen Actors Guild, a young handsome actor named Ronald Reagan, also found that the Movie industry had been infiltrated by the very communists that organized the "Anti-war" protests.  It's a little known fact that the reason President Reagan had such hate for the U.S.S.R. was because he had received a threat as president of the S.A.G. union that if he didn't stop talking about communists in Hollywood, he would receive a face full of Hydrochloric Acid and never work as an Actor again.  The President of the Screen Actors Guild would go on to become the Governor of California during the turbulent 60s.  Then he would become President of the United States and bring down the U.S.S.R. and end the cold war.

    Just as SAG President Ron Reagan suspected, Hollywood had been infiltrated by Communist investors as well as producers/writers.  The same Hollywood that put out patriotic movies such as the Korean War classic “Battle Circus” (the prelude to M*A*S*H) and “The longest Day” (A movie about D-Day) was now changing the message. (See Valerie Jarrett’s first speech as Obama communication chief of staff) “We won because we controlled the message”.  Taken right from the Communist “Saul Alinski’s book “Rules for Radicals”. (Referring to Obama’s 2008 presidential election victory)   Hollywood was now releasing movies with the popular “Anti-hero” message.  We were being taught to have feelings for the “Bad Guy”.
    The Birdman of Alcatraz 1962
    Robert Stroud, one of America’s most vile murderers , was nicknamed the “Birdman” of Alcatraz.  He was a Psychotic raping, vicious inmate played by Burt Lancaster as a gentle bird lover.

    The Fugitive  1963
    The Fugitive was one of the first TV series that attacked our criminal justice system. 
    Cool Hand Luke 1967
    A prison movie that glorified the life of an inmate with the propensity to escape.

    Bonnie & Clyde 1967
    Hollywood glorifies the crimes of a young couple who liked fast cars and a powerful WWII rifle. (The Browning Automatic Rifle)

    It Takes A Thief  1968
    Robert Wagner stars in a TV series about a thief who steals for the government.

    The Thomas Crown Affair 1966/1999
    The newest version stars Pierce Brosnan.  It’s about a heist of an expensive painting.

    The Italian Job 1969/2003
    This movie is about a group of safe robbers.

    Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid 1969
    This movie is about train, Coach and Bank robbers of the old west.

    Alias Smith & Jones  1971
    This was a television series about two “wild west” bank robbers that want to go straight.

    The godfather 1972
    This Academy Award winner glorified mob violence and organized crime.

    Vanishing point 1971
    This movie glorified the transport of illegal muscle cars across state lines.  Basically it was about a cool 1970 Dodge Challenger.

    The Longest Yard 1974
    Burt Reynolds plays a retired professional quarterback that gets thrown in prison and is forced to put together a football team made up of prisoners to play a game against the guards.  The movie shows corruption in the correctional system and the viewer is inclined to root for the murderers and thieves.

    Dirty Mary Crazy Larry 1974
    This is an awful Peter Fonda movie. He robs a bank and it turns into a car chase.

    Escape from Alcatraz 1979
    Former Mayor of my home town, Carmel California, Clint Eastwood stars in a movie about the three inmates who tried to escape from the prison on the Island of Alcatraz.

    Tough Guys 1986
    Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas play two geriatric train robbers who get out of prison and go back to robbing trains in their 70s.  Where is Hollywood’s dignity?

    Pretty Woman 1990
    It’s a movie that glorifies a prostitute.

    Bandits 2001
    Again we have a movie about a “Gang” of bank robbers that rob banks by kidnapping the bank manager the night before”.  The gang gains notoriety in the public’s eye.

    Just to name a few.

    What started out as an innocent game of ping PONG. 40 years later turned into “GTA” aka GRAND THEFT AUTO.  Yes, American culture survived Metal Rock, it survived Psychedelic Rock.  It even survived 2 Live Crew and insulting Rap.  But at the turn of millennium, our youth were bombarded with every kind of point and shoot video imaginable with 3D realism. 

    As much as I want to blame Video games for the downfall of “Wholesome” American Values; the concept of free will is what made this country great.  (That and Rifles when the Native Americans only had bows and arrows)
    America is in the “Fast Lane” to Communism.  But Communism has failed in almost every economy.  To implement True Communism in America, government must overcome the Constitution, in particular, the 2nd amendment.  The right to keep and bear arms is the ultimate check and balance.   It’s more important than ever that we elect an “Anti-Communist” leader in 2016.  But that alone will be no more effective than the left having elected a Communist.  What trumps poor leadership and a lack of morals is a thriving economy.  Like the Crypt Keeper impersonator said: “It’s the Economy Stupid” (James Carville)

    America is a little child that is currently touching a hot stove. Hopefully Mom will be there in 2016 to put Aloe Vera ointment on it, and say: “That’s hot, don’t do it again”.