June 22, 2020

I have always been more than a little ambiguous about about taking a knee. For me, genuflection or submission is something you do to express humility before an idea or tradition greater than yourself.

Kneeling in church captures the idea.

You might also hit you knees for first communion, or any devotional reason for that matter. Then there is the ring kissing meme before a bishop. Hard to keep your feet in the presence of a crosier or red hat, even on a bad day.

Many parish clerics today will hit their knees before any altar boy whilst bishops look the other way.  But that’s another story.

Some men take a knee in front of their favorite squeeze for several reasons. You might want to propose marriage, beg forgiveness, or just show her a good time.

You might also have to take a knee when your knighthood comes through and you become Sir What’s His Name or Lady Pop Tart. Knighthood is now the British equivalent of a daytime Emmy.

Politicians hit their knees for various reasons most of which cannot be discussed in polite company. Let’s just say that azimuth kissing could be an Olympic sport in most state capitals including the District of Columbia.

A chocolate nose is like a purple heart on Jenkins Hill.

Nancy Pelosi took a knee the other day for a photo op and then she couldn’t get up. She was genuflecting to BLM, not to be confused with the BVM, and had to be ratcheted to her feet by a black staffer. Some say the Catholic irony is often its own reward, but medical experts claim that too much Botox will make you top heavy too.

When your felonies catch up with you, and some Republican judge gives you five years; taking a knee in prison becomes a survival skill. Togetherness and man love, in concert, is the essence of community behind bars.

If the punk life was the good life on the outside, prison life is often a destination resort; three hots, a cot, and Bubba.

Before Colin Kaepernick came along, nobody took a knee during the national anthem. For most; we would stand, salute, put our hand over our heart or just fidget and mumble incoherently. The anthem is notoriously hard to remember, sign, or sing. Often we just smirked as some clueless celebrity missed all the high notes with aplomb.

The national anthem, not genuflection, might be the real reason folks are so touchy these days.

Bad music and violent sports have been fraying the American psyche for years. Female kick boxers, golfers, and NASCAR drivers take a bow here. Somehow, the Star Spangled Banner clashes with broken noses, split lips, gushing blood, grown men trying to brain spectators with golf balls, or 50 thousand crackers waving battle flags and screaming for a 200 MPH car wreck.

I have always believed that Michael Jackson’s “Beat It” is the more appropriate anthem to play before all American games. Not that self-abuse is the equivalent of professional sports per se; but let’s face it, playing with self is the all-time, all-American, virtual or default setting for any mob.

Hat tip to all those snowflakes still snuggling with Google in their parent’s basements across the land.

The NFL and NBA have now officially endorsed taking a knee before all televised performances. Such official servility is long overdue. It’s only fair. Where else but America could semi-literate, pierced, tramp stamped jock straps, become instant millionaires for handling large balls with finesse and skill?

Surely, taking a knee in private, or public, now signifies affection – or gratitude.

This not to imply that the NFL and the NBA are havens for the homoerotic or the equal of those plantations of yore. Surely modern servility has little to do with sugar, cotton, or manscaping – and everything to do with overpriced hot dogs, warm beer, and shoe endorsements.

What black kid doesn’t need a $200 pair of Colin’s sweat shop shoes with a NIKE swoosh?  A pair of used Air Jordan’s recently sold for $540K. Old shoes might be the new crack.

Soccer gets an honorable mention too.

“Futbol” is often a sugarless cookie or a lite beer, a kind of pointless mob scene. During and after the nil-nil match all the action usually occurs in the cheap seats anyway. Soccer is like the contemporary “polar bear hunt;” angry bored fans spending an afternoon looking for some clueless old white dude to knock out.

Let’s get back to Mister Kaepernick, the erstwhile NFL employee who gave us the stars and bars genuflection.  Methinks the NFL owes Mister Kaepernick an apology – and his old job back. Colin has all the qualifications for the NFL; he’s large, not too black, tagged like the A Train, not too well educated, not too bright, with no perspective, especially if the subject is history or role models.

Of course, a condition of reemployment might mean the Afro has to go. Given the NFL’s systemic and structural concern with brain damage, there’s no way that Kaepernick gets that new football safety helmet on over two years of hair growth.

So Colin, get a haircut and welcome back to prime time. We will all take a knee every Sunday until we expiate our white guilt, our “original sin” – or the NFL purges the few white guys that remain, whichever comes first.

Bon Soir Drew Bress. You’re next, Tom Brady.

If the NBA can be all black and not look back, the NFL is obviously on the right track. You may have lost a battle Colin, but you won the argument with all those rich white dudes who own the teams, stadiums, and the leagues.

An all-black gridiron is better than reparations. Eric Hoffer put it best: “Passionate hatred gives meaning to empty lives.”

Vote for mobs, not jobs, in November

This piece appeared in the 6/22/20 edition of American Thinker




September 16, 2017

Iconoclasm on the Left

A few years after the Martin Luther King riots of 1968, I was driving through Harlem in upper Manhattan. At several traffic lights I was greeted by a corner chorus of “right on man, Chocolate City.” Perplexed at first, I soon realized that the raised fists and the shouts were for my District of Columbia license plates. The salutes were for DC, the nation’s capital, in those days a rare majority black town.

When you drive through the former riot corridors of DC today, the ironies of the once proud “Chocolate City” are overwhelming. The District of Columbia is no longer a brown town.

African Americans are no longer a voting majority, forced by gentrification to migrate to PG County in Maryland. On the DC side of the river, white flight has done a U turn on U Street.  Blacks in DC are now displaced by white yuppies, gender benders, and Millennial camp followers. Still, the District remains a government plantation; a one-party, one-employer town where liberal political monoculture is the culture.

Faces on the street may have changed since the King assassination, but the face of politics is unaltered. DC is left, liberal, and Democrat. Indeed, the party of segregation and Jim Crow still rules. Liberals, still have leg irons on DC voters, good news for pink and white carpetbaggers, not so much for native folks of color.

The District has the most expensive, dysfunctional, self-segregated school system in the world; a black unemployment rate that is twice the national average; a disproportionate number of blacks on welfare; and a drug subculture that guarantees a black penal population that hovers close to 50% of the general population. Barrios, slums, and associated crime in black DC may not be as bad as Chicago, but such urban comparisons are redundant.

Withal, the nation’s capital, like most liberal urban sinecures, is still run by plantation elites; a Democrat Party nomenclatura where control, identity politics, and associated dependencies are the chains that bind.

Ironically, Republicans, the party of Abraham Lincoln, have never elected a mayor or city council in the District of Columbia. The Lincoln legacy deficit is not the only irony in the District. The face of political arson and public mayhem has changed dramatically too.

Black rage has been displaced by white riot.

If you see a hood, a mask, a Molotov cocktail, or a torch on the streets of DC these days, the punk behind that black balaclava is likely to be a left-wing white male.

The difference between black and white rioters is geography.  Black arsonists in America do their worst in their own neighborhoods whilst white thugs travel far and wide.  White men in black, white millennial punks for hire, are fixtures now at rallies, town halls, and street demonstrations nationwide. Recent riots at UC Berkeley and University of Virginia in Charlottesville are probative.

The race of rioters or public agitators is seldom reported with candor in press coverage. In Baltimore or Ferguson, photos might speak for themselves. In places like the University of Virginia or the University of California, the white face of mayhem hides under a black hood – apparently with immunities.

Alas, the politics of rioters is more significant than race.  Minorities riot for grievance, often legitimate. White liberals riot for ideology. Ironically, the face of campus riot is underwritten by subsidized students, tenured faculty, or unemployed graduate debtors. Campus is the hothouse for politicized left-wing louts.

As poetic justice would have it, the unemployed or unemployable college graduate is the new face of liberal irony.

Hard to believe that a pricey degree in hip hop, globalism, or gender studies is not fungible on main street or Wall Street. The irony of hobby scholars whining about college costs or student debt today is justice in deed and fact.

Alas, liberal angst has now turned to nihilistic iconoclasm.  Art, culture, history, and statuary are in the cross hairs. Parallels between Islamic iconoclasm and the American variety are too obvious to ignore. The former seems to be a role model for the latter, tactics and uniforms included.

Radical Left and Islamist Right seek to obliterate history, by force if necessary. The American Left seeks to destroy the very icons that the Democrat Party created during Reconstruction, Jim Crow, and 300 years of apartheid.

The stench of liberal hypocrisy in America today might gag a maggot. Pictures are worth a million Instagrams. The collage below features Antifa and ISIS villainy side by side. The chap at upper right is Jihad John, the Brit executioner who did his worst with a butcher knife. The gal in the middle represents ISIS envy Hollywood style.

Fascism is distinguished from all other “isms” by the need for coercion. When violence is the instrument, foul winds usually blow from the Left. Communism, National Socialism, Jim Crow, and Islamism are all strains of the same coercive history. Battles against Nazis and Reds may have been won in the 20th Century only to have the war lost to “democratic socialism” and Islamic fascism in the 21st Century.

In the wake of the G20 Summit in Hamburg, the German government took the unprecedented step of shutting down the Internet hub for radical Antifa organizing in Germany: “the most influential vicious platform for far-left extremists.” Five hundred cops were wounded in the July riots.

The fake news industry is mute or agnostic on parallels between Islamic and leftist terror.

No surprise either that the fake news fakirs often sympathize with iconoclasts, religious and political.  Social, broadcast, and televised media now spin similar narratives. Riot on campus, or in the streets, is attributed to kook cliques on the right – or Donald Trump.

Even internet cash cows like PayPal are getting into the act, attempting to silence on-line conservatives who dare criticize domestic terrorists or Islamists. When Daniel Schulman purges anti-Islamist conservatives from Internet commerce, what’s next; VISA cards for Hamas, Master Cards for the Taliban, and American Express cards for ISIS?

Hate, intolerance, and institutional violence on the Left is much more threatening than the occasional quack parade on the right.

The most vicious alt-left false flag organization with global reach is Antifa, a group that claims to be anti-fascist but openly identifies itself with violence, terror, and ISIS. The Antifa uniform of choice mimics the American KKK and ISIS, where black hoods are the new white.

The aging and largely flaccid American Klan is now only a curiosity compared to the tumescent Antifa, global nihilists afflicted with testosterone poisoning. Organizations such as Black Lives Matter may be anti-cop, racist, or prone to arson; but at least they have the courage and common decency not to mimic Klan or ISIS uniforms.

Oddly enough, even the Cable News Network sees “anti-fascist” fascists for what they are. Advertised Antifa  affiliates include ISIS, Hezb’allah, the Metropolitan Anarchist Coordinating Council, and Occupy Wall Street to name a few.

White washing Islamist atrocity from internet news is the latest obscenity sponsored by Silicon Valley crowd.  By purging photos, videos, and Islamic critics, Internet thought police on the Left Coast seek to bury all electronic or video evidence of terror and war crimes in the Ummah. The idea that billionaires like Mark Zuckerberg, or any Facebook clones, should police the global net for the Left is another sign that money and morons are not necessarily mutually exclusive. .

The only censors that might be more partisan than Uncle Sam would be the Silicon Valley aristocracy. Social media, print journalists, broadcast shills, and gangsters like Antifa, unfortunately, share the same identity politics. For the Left, if you’re not a socialist at home and a globalist abroad, you must be a racist, supremacist, or nativist. Any idea that isn’t politically correct must now be beaten, literally beaten.

The most recent icons from the American Left are Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders. Senator Sanders was undone by a rigged primary. Call it the desserts of self-hate.

Mrs. Clinton was then torpedoed by liberal dynasty fatigue. Ballot box failure is taken now to the streets. More ominous still is the toxic merge of the global left, Antifa for example, with the Islamist right.

If tactics are effective enough, they always have the potential through operational success to become strategy. To date, violence and terror has worked well for Islamic fascists.  Now jihadists have found an ally in the infidel camp. Ironically, the revolutionary left in Europe and America, seem oblivious to the fact that most of the guns, and votes, are still on the right side of politics. The NRA might take a bow here.

Violence is like drugs. Junkies always need more; until one day, the big hit is the last. The suicide bomber, the ideological arsonist, and the political stoner are thus cut from the same cloth. Bad ends for all are often inevitable.

Tradition and civil discourse, if nothing else, represents stability. The American left seems to be oblivious to prudence and moderation. Bill Clinton’s wife provides the best example.

Hillary, like her Party, while admiring herself in the glass, is still incapable of reflection. For forensic details, read What Happened, a deer in the headlights autobiography, coming soon to a book stall near you. If the question in the title needs to be asked; Mrs. Clinton, Democrats, and the American Left still don’t have a clue.

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