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Don Crow

Voting without representation is un-American. Southern states and Texas seek to impose a sideways Jim Crow on their black and Latino residents. While not denying non-Anglos access to ballot boxes, the good ol’ boys seek to diminish black and Latino focus and voices in legislatures.

But first let us credit the foul being who’s instigated this revival. Donald Trump. In his dishonor let’s rename it “Don Crow.”

Watching most Southern states and Texas legislatures go hellbent into diluting or outright eliminating black and Latino legislative representation, let us state that MAGA has dropped its already tattered threadbare veil. True Americans get to see the pale monster’s real face. And let it be said that after all sorts of acrobatic denials of their intents, MAGAs get to see themselves reflected in our disgust with them. The movement for needlessly fearful and aggrieved and insecure Anglos has now become a cracker and dumbass gringo commune.

For those communities throughout the South and Texas where Republicans intend to impose Don Crow, take this advice from long-ago labor agitator Joe Hill: “Don’t mourn. Organize.” Dust off history books. Learn, or in too many cases relearn, how grandparents and great-grandparents turned back the tide and beat suppression worse than what’s currently faced. The racism they had to defeat was ingrained. Brutal. It was hundreds of times uglier, its ranks full of proponents filthier than TACO himself and MAGAs.

Unlike the older black and Latino Americans, today’s generations have much better grasps behind the raw power of economics. Reasoning and rhetoric are rapiers. Don Crow needs broadswords against it.

Dollars.

Withhold those dollars.

Use them as economic leverage.

For communities under threat these are cudgels against those Anglos desirous of putting blacks and Latinos “back in their places.” Keep those dollars in your pockets. Deny Anglos as much of that green for as long as possible. Keep those dollars in pockets long enough and business interests which fund legislators whose Don Crow initiatives are to marginalize other Americans will squeal to representatives they’ve purchased. Money just doesn’t talk. It can also be made to yell in pain.

But those in communities affected must have the determination to persevere. Grandparents and great-grandparents did. They were Americans who had more to lose than this present generation does. The question becomes do their successors and inheritors have the same strength? My fellow Americans, this is the challenge for today.

Recently, this criminal administration’s Department of Justice dispatched FBI swat teams to collect a few files from a Virginia legislator’s office. Naturally the legislator is black. One of the old sisters of the South who undoubtedly retains the sharp sear of “massive resistance.”

MAGAs, as well as Gusanos for Trump too dumb to know they’ll never be accepted as white by Anglos, are jumping for joy at this clear overreach. Yeah. Although it’s only simmering now, it looks like the American pot will be boiling over this summer. The only beneficial part about those kinds of outbursts may be cities in Texas and the South at risk of being charred instead of Newark or Detroit. Too bad but just. Until the scab returned to thoroughly soil the Oval Office, America had done a good job of keeping its chickens from coming home to roost.

Since the Supreme Court diminished the Voting Rights Act, observation has been used to contradict.

I’ve taken every opportunity on social media to rebut correspondents who somehow believe the Act discriminated against Anglos. The power required to flip whole slabs of American history just to express a feel-good delusion might be enough to light our cities.

Anyway, besides throwing Don Crow back in pale faces, I repeatedly give such oblivious and forgetful commenters short, sharp recaps why race-drawn legislative districts were necessary in the first place. Indeed, someday they won’t be required but that day is generations off yet. I’m still waiting to be refuted. No one has come along and disputed me. Why? Because they know. They know they’re on the wrong side of the contention.

I have no idea what it takes to convince oneself so to hold a position known to be wrong. Not mistaken. Wrong. Mistakes can be forgiven. Being wrong and knowing it’s wrong but adhering to it because though it’s recognized as being wrong that needs less strength to hold than releasing the grievance by admitting it false.

Then again who would want to confess being that weak?

Anglos defending the Supreme Court’s diminishing the Voting Rights Act refuse to acknowledge why there were ever race-based legislative districts in the first place. As American history has shown, Anglo legislators whose districts encompassed sizable non-Anglo citizens did little, dismissed, or outright ignored those voters. No, it can’t be denied. This occurred. Period. No discussion.

It was presumed correctly that districts gerrymandered to emphasize minority populations would elect representation that would pursue those constituents’ interests. Which is what happened. With the rejiggering or elimination of minority majority districts through Don Crow we all can expect the disgraceful disregard and disdain of specific American segments to return. This is not a proud moment for America. It is just one more step backwards promoted by the grifter in chief.

Consumer sentiment will negate what Republicans intend to finagle through redrawing electoral maps. By November 2026 the electorate will be beyond good and pissed at having to pay far more for everything thanks to the scab’s whimsical misgoverning and abysmal mismanaging of the United States. Voters won’t be able to punish him, but nationwide any candidate with an R besides his or her name will be vulnerable to retribution. Expect to see Democrats win in districts once thought unimaginable.

Mainstream media has done a lousy job reporting Americans’ anger at the interruptions and disruptions in their lives brought on since January 2025. And we know these conditions are only going to worsen throughout 2026. By now what American honest with him- or herself doesn’t know this? If there was a time for reputable journalism to have been fearless, it should’ve started at 12:01 p.m. on January 20th, 2025.

Anglos who approve the Court’s measure to dilute the Voting Rights Act have forgotten – or ignored or dismissed – why there are race-based districts in the first place. We have them because for most of America’s history, non-Anglos were excluded from government. While present-day discrimination is nowhere near as whip-smart harsh as before, it still exists. Yes, it does, as Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts well knows.

When Anglo legislators neglect their non-Anglo constituents (as it used to be in wide swaths of the South and Texas) the only way to somewhat resolve this had been through creation of districts likely to be held by representatives who’ll have common cause with their otherwise marginalized constituents. Peculiar as this remedy is, it works for real Americans in the United States. Which is why weak insecure men in the MAGA cult, Southern and Texans legislators, and six of nine Supreme Court Justices disfavor it. Their contrariness should not be barriers to progress. No one minds if they wish to stay behind. The rest of us just wish they’d move aside and let us go forward.

Throughout the South and Texas, Anglo legislators habitually neglect their black and Latino constituents. Hence the need for representatives who reflect the needs of those voters. Used to see the same with late 19th/early 20th century white ethnic immigrant voters. That was before they became acceptable to mainstream America and just started being seen as “white.”

One magnificent and blunt way those who are intended to be sidelined may further leverage their strength is through sports. Collegiate sports. Crackers and sidewinding gringos invest inordinate amounts self-worth and identity in sporting pastimes. Must wonder how better off, how fuller their lives might be if they’d turned that attention and energy into efforts that’d raise their regions out of being recognized as less dynamic America.

There are probably major and mid-major conferences outside the South and Texas hungrily eying developments in the Southeast. The common thought would be calculating possible windfalls of stud players. Though smaller than the major conferences, mid-majors could boost their NIL offerings by pitching their alliances’ significant upgrades should Southeastern and Atlantic Coast Conference players start balking at performing for Plantation U’s because their communities’ political representation will be diminished. Done right, presented by the right people, this would not be a hard sell.

Which is worse? Crackers and nitwit gringos who argue against black and Latino legislative districts? Or crackers and halfwit gringos who’d swear they’d vote for a black or Latino candidate if he or she was “qualified”?

About the first contention, America has previously had specific districting that satisfied ethnic groups. White ethnics. During the late 19th and early 20th centuries in urban centers, wards were drawn containing them. Maybe in New York and Boston these comprised those of Irish or Italian heritage. Maybe in Chicago constituencies consisted of Poles, Irish, and Italians. Only after their immigrant successors had bleached their heritage were they accepted as mainstream Americans.

In recent years, it’s become clear that blacks and Latinos, no matter how deeply immersed into the mainstream, and despite their foundational presences in America, will need further lifetimes to reach the same acceptance. And this only because the stubborn strain doing its utmost to keep blacks and Latinos on societal margins must first die into extinction. Like the dinosaurs they are.

About the second contention, any cracker or inbred gringo who mentions “qualified” as the criterion for casting ballots for candidates who do not reflect their complexions needed to have applied “qualified” to the Queens mook. He’s a thief, liar, rapist, and traitor most MAGAs have voted for three times. His only quality is embodying and giving voice to Anglo Americans’ invented grievances and unsupported resentments.

Since introduction of Don Crow throughout the South and Texas, too many Americans, particularly younger ones, despair of that region sliding pell-mell into retrograde. They bear that anxiety because they are young. Nothing in their experiences have prepared them for once disdained now flaming biases that have publicly erupted into discrimination.

Moreover, American education does a better job of glossing over the darkness from whence we’ve emerged. Nor does it much explain how we came into the light that bathes more of us. Therefore, on this basis the young have little idea of what our nation is capable of when its good is finally aroused.

After a time, one hopes sooner rather than later, new waves of advocates and agitators will spring from the populaces under cracker and wretched gringo fear posturing pressures. How our inheritor generations throttle those dedicated to blocking them may demand less quarter than their predecessors’ efforts. Wish it were different but those pressing for Don Crow are desperate. They know this is their last gasp.

As did the crackers and low-rate gringos of old, their motley inheritors know what they’re doing is wrong. But unlike those past malefactors, those of today have already been shown the fallacies of their beliefs.

They’ve already been shown and know they’re wrong. At least the previous bunch had ignorance on its side.

In the end, the forces opposing fairness, justice, and equality cannot have the hand of reconciliation extended afterwards. This time they must be ostracized, if not altogether put down like the rabid dogs they are. Many in the new movements which will finally spring against cracker and grudging gringo overreach, overstep, and facile confidence may initially summon the sainted spiritedness of Martin Luther King’s moral persuasion. Kindness and lenience today will only open doors to new Don Crows tomorrow.

Our 21st century crackers and idolatrizing gringos need to be crushed. The guiding principle should be this unwavering dictum from Malcolm X: “By any means necessary.”

Know much of that progress upward from second-class status blacks, Latinos, and women had made since the 1960s? Particularly women nationwide. Frightened, insecure crackers and useless gringos have clawed plenty of it back. The question now is does this and future generations of blacks, Latinos, and women have the same sort of strength and mettle to not only retrieve what’s rightfully theirs as Americans, but for once and all cement it into our nation’s fabric?

It will be a test that should produce interesting (and hopefully rewarding) results regarding this generation’s levels of grit. The arrogant impulses of cracker and pinche gringo America are forcing the country’s black and Latino residents to once again show beyond a doubt they indeed do fulfill our nation’s highest accolade – citizen.

Crackers and cretinous gringos are trying to twist the South’s and Texas’ elevation of Don Crow into one about voting. As in blacks and Latinos may still vote. Don Crow is about representation, not being able to just cast ballots.

During the actual Jim Crow Era, blacks and Latinos were taxpayers denied votes and representation. These days, what good is it having a vote if the servants whose salaries we pay high hat constituents’ concerns? This occurs to Southern blacks and Texas Latinos in Republican districts.

To be plain, black and Latino legislators in regions under threat of Don Crow erasure are attentive to those constituents’ concerns. Blacks and Latinos residing in districts represented by entrenched MAGAs and gusano bootlickers have and will and will continue to be neglected by them.

A few may benefit if America slides “whitewards.” Yet the nation as a whole will suffer. True Americans everywhere cannot desire Don Crow for any portion of the United States.

© Copyright 2026 by Slow Boat Media LLC

Morning Correspondence

It’s been disheartening watching Donald Trump ruin the United States. Made even more so by seeing MAGA’s almost rapturous acquiescence and support of his vile acts against the nation.

At least initially. Before his degradation started affecting the deplorables. As much as the scab is making vast numbers of Americans suffer and fret, there is enjoyment to be derived from increasingly discomforted MAGAs coming to the realization they too are in the manure pile. Continue reading Morning Correspondence

Random December

This last post of 2024 could be an homage to John Dos Passos. The early Dos Passos. Before life soured him rightward into becoming a reactionary. Until then, let’s consider him a “lost generation” writer alongside Ernest Hemingway. As did Hemingway, Dos Passos also reported from Spain during its 1936-39 Civil War. There’s where the pair diverged. Before the war, Dos Passos had established solid progressive cred with his 1925 novel Manhattan Transfer. He followed that with his USA trilogy (titles published in 1930, 1932, 1936, respectively) comprised of The 42nd Parallel, 1919, and The Big Money. Throughout his USA fiction, he dropped in biographical elements and reportage. No need for fiction in 2024. Just real life that should sicken conscientious Americans. What follows has been plucked from a month of Slow Boat Media social media observations and commentary. It is who we’ve allowed ourselves to become. Continue reading Random December

Welcoming Vampires

In the end, what may most signify the MAGA movement is the laughing emoji.

While the lunatics who broke into and entered the Capitol on January 6th, 2021, then vandalized the premises as they attacked police there at the behest of then-President Donald Trump will always be handy loop-run video material, the laughing emoji will be MAGA’s lasting legacy for losers.

By itself the symbol is harmless. Non-threatening, not vulgar. But MAGA has appropriated it. So it’s become a neon sign for deplorables.

We can see the laughing emoji as encompassing the entirety and end results of MAGA mindlessness.

On the cusp of the Convicted First Felon’s next administration, the symbol is increasingly used when their Chief Thief veers from MAGA World rote. A lifetime liar, he can backtrack or zigzag with the greatest of ease. MAGA is incapable of such slippery pivots. He’s flexible with what passes for his truth at that moment.

Non-MAGA Americans are up to speed on this. We expect it. MAGA cultists hear what passes as the short-fingered vulgarian’s Gospel then exalt. A moment later he trips them up by reversing his “word.” Left stuck bare-assed in the open by their small Maximus, it takes MAGAs time to adjust to his switched reality and accept his new Gospel. Some never do because they just can’t. So let the laughing emoji suffice then proceed onto the next instance of his ridiculousness.

In the immediate emptyheaded days of the short-fingered vulgarian’s second jubilee, his panting followers breathlessly took braggarts’ victory waddles. Despite everything, including any measure of decency, a retrograde candidate campaigning on intolerance, ignorance, racism, and retribution won by appealing to primarily Anglos. Scared Anglos. Proudly dumb men. Vainly stupid women. Each of them weak, insecure, fearful of any future that deviates from their fat lazy beings. Afraid of futures that could cause them to adjust then maybe explore and discover new senses of themselves.

Likely better senses of themselves at that. After all, nowhere to go but up for MAGAs.

Besides swaying our majority population, the vile pig also somehow established a same regressive common ground with considerable portions of non-whites. The useless to themselves self-loathing portions.

He promised to drag every American and the country backwards. He got America to surrender the advances that have urged us all forward.

The campaigns between parties can be seen through a bizarro prism. Someone from outside the United States might never have known the two major parties vied for the same nation’s control.

One side spoke to Americans with adult rationales and reason. Its opponents topped whatever last adolescent gibberish pleased the crowd with even more outlandish gish. The latter didn’t bother being entertaining, much less make sense. It was simply more slop for the pigs. The oinkers were swallowing without tasting. Unable to truly digest what assailed them, the baying unthinking MAGA crowds favorably heard their intelligence being insulted.

Unfortunately, half of Americans have cast aside ability or desire to absorb what they need to hear. It is easier to accept strongly held notions no matter how wrong the beliefs than reverse our minds. A thing can be proven erroneous yet too many Americans prefer remaining nestled in the mistaken.

In Election 2024’s aftermath, it seemed the exaltation of Trumpery might never subside. Which of the scab’s idiots didn’t lard themselves with his My Ass Got Arrested attire? What jacked-up pickup owner didn’t have the swine’s bedsheet-sized flag flapping above his truck’s tailgate?

Thankfully for those of us who’d known better, who have been primed to announce “Told you so!” since 2016, the 78-year-old penile implant could not resist indulging his true self. And that resembles the scorpion of fable.

Aesop tells us that one day a scorpion wanted to cross a stream. There was no way for him to ford the running water. He spied a frog along the bank. The scorpion asked this frog to ferry him across to the opposite bank. Naturally the frog was reluctant. He feared the scorpion would sting him. The scorpion answered, “If I sting you as we cross, we’ll both drown.”

The sensible response mollified the frog.

He permitted the scorpion to climb onto his back and they proceeded across the stream. Halfway along their trip the frog felt a sting pierce his back. Before the venom paralyzed the frog, he asked the scorpion why had he stung him knowing it would drown them both. To that the scorpion could only reply, “It’s in my nature. I couldn’t help it.”

Shortly after the election, the scab announced proposals which will flatly inflict harm on working people, our economy as a whole, and vulnerable citizens. During the campaign these same proposals were swaddled in cotton candy. Free of the need to blithely dismiss concerns, okay, lie, released from any need to keep MAGA suckers happy and dumb, the truth about the extent of damage his plans will cause can now ooze.

The “find out phase” is almost upon us.

As usual, only the wealthy are spared. And, of course, only the wealthy will benefit.

Actually, shouldn’t the laughing emoji be the rarefied rich’s symbol? MAGA dopes resort to it because the precariousness of their self-made quicksand is starting to seep into muttonheads. By unthinkingly following the Queens mook, the glory MAGA dupes believed prevailed during “the good old days” is dissipating. It’s always somebody else’s “good old days.” Never fails. The people who lived through them then will now in honest moments admit today is better.

If there was anything good about the “good old days,” there was often some group beneath the segment being shit on from above they could in turn shit on. Certainly if they were black, Mexican, or Native American. What’s old remains constant in the United States. While the hate is nowhere near as pervasive as it once was, there are still sizable crowds of Anglos whose sole reason for taking up space and polluting air is shitting on the darker complected.

That certainly isn’t good. However, MAGA esteem building also isn’t refined.

When I hear Elon Musk and other MAGA morons gas about inflation, or when someone of an age who should really know better complains about social security’s low rate of return, the laughing emoji immediately comes to mind.

Musk, henceforth the Afrikaner, references inflation just because it’s an easy concept for his listeners to confuse. Particularly when he claims government spending creates the inflation which burdens consumers.

It’s easy for the term to drive them astray because none of them realize they themselves are what propels inflation. Or if they do, don’t want to admit they’re the problem behind their road rage.

Everybody wants a raise, right? I have yet to learn of any working person who’s declined a raise. I’m sure it’s happened. But that person likely wound up straitjacketed inside a rubber room.

Wages and salaries are inflation’s main causes. And yes, consumer goods, commodities also contribute, but mostly it’s our desire for more folding green across palms. Salaries can’t be raised without products, good, services also costing more. Look at it as items on shelves, vehicles for sale in lots, comestibles in grocery stores becoming higher priced to improve employees’ compensation.

More money must come from somewhere. No. It’s not a spiral. It’s a wheel. The rodents are always the last to know.

The Afrikaner doesn’t bother mentioning that because blaming government has never been heavy lifting. Despite most MAGAs living in reduced circumstances if it weren’t for the sustenance provided by the authorities they claim constrict them, some elected or appointed official on Planet Washington D.C. is nonetheless stifling them. Yeah. That’s how obtuse dull obese audiences with lard between their ears have become from watching Fox Kennel or Newsmax.

Moreover, it best benefits the Afrikaner and other rapacious members of the avaricious wealthy to paint government as the villain. If they keep repeating “government is bad/unfettered capitalism is good” incessantly enough, the dummies hearing this will become the flatfoot soldiers in a pasty flabby army that’ll cut their own fat throats for the rarefied in our Second Gilded Age.

Don’t laugh. As Americans have seen, contributors who are barely making ends meet are donating to causes of the rich. Or as we should see it those with the least discretionary income are paying for their own degradation.

The Afrikaner and others making themselves suitable candidates for tumbrels want to severely cut or abolish altogether safety nets, financial rules, health regulations that prevent society from being susceptible, okay, victims, to capricious profit-making. They have weighed rewards to be gained against society being degraded. If we must root around in the mud for them to amass more gold, fine, so be it. Yes. That’s how little we mean to them.

Is the above an exaggeration? Listening to the Afrikaner and to a lesser extent Vivek Ramaswamy, their calculations regarding squeezing federal expenditures in order to cannibalize America never addresses the human elements. No mention of the hordes of employees to be sacrificed to fulfill their schemes.

What happens to those suddenly cashiered people? Does anyone really expect private sector corporate America to absorb upwards to several hundred thousand suddenly at-sea jobseekers? And the way both cash-money bros bray about taking cleavers to programs which traditionally soften those crashes will further transform the dislocations into trying to survive jungle camp.

Thus far remarkable in all discussions regarding the Afrikaner’s and Vivek’s nefarious plans for federal workforce reductions is they’ve completely excised people from their calculations. Flesh and blood human beings have been rendered into mere statistics. In pencil for easier erasing. Each sees people as ore that will be milled to extract the few bits of what’s precious.

Even more numb from the neck up than MAGAs believing government alone causes inflation are those who’ve bought billionaires’ claims that social security funds should be dumped into the stock market. As they pie-in-the-sky prophesy, returns will be magnificent. Whenever Americans of certain ages hear this verbal snake oil, we know exactly why social security funds are absolutely segregated from private investiture.

Should those funds mingle in the market, and are devoured by downward market activity, there’ll be nothing to restore the lost amounts. Not one dollar. The FDIC (Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation), the agency responsible for guaranteeing bank deposits, does not extend the same towards investments. Every investor understands the money he or she or his or her organization socks into the market could be forfeited. Indeed, behind the brilliance of great rewards lurks the specter of terrible losses.

Hence, despite low yields the shortsighted find frustrating, the reason why social security revenues don’t circulate on Wall Street. The market can sink. Social security will remain afloat.

The number who endured the Great Depression and those of us who learned from them dwindles. Time reaps each group.

The first’s diminishment is accelerating. The second simultaneously was forewarned as well as beneficiaries of the safeguards that followed. It is that latter which has kept the same sort of ravenous wolves from subsequent American generations’ doors. Today we run the risk of dismantling the mechanisms which have protected Americans, the things that have allowed us to thrive in assuredness.

Financiers and billionaires see our time ripe to lay us bare. Every day there are fewer voices who can convince elected and appointed officials why banking and market rules and regulations enacted after the Depression then further bolstered as time passed should be strengthened, not loosened. Decade after decade without threat has let money perils fade. Right now, disastrous national financial ruin is as worrisome as the denouement of an Aesop’s Fable.

Of course. We’ve been spared worry because of vigilant measures.

Billionaires and financiers have persuaded the badly informed among voters that once the cumbersome rules and regulations are removed, Americans throughout our land will enjoy an economic dynamo never seen before. That is unlikely. The “hindrances” are the only devices that keep penury and poverty at bay for countless Americans. Bankers or brokers are never first concerned for depositors or investors. They’re out to maximize shareholders’, executives’, and their own profits. If that results in accountholders left adrift or high and dry, well, how unfortunate.

Which is how it was before the advent of social security and imposition of stringent rules on financial practices. Until those acts passed, American depositors and investors were at the mercies of swindlers they had to trust. Nefarious results could and did leave tens of millions broke and destitute. Moneymen did so then because no real authority existed to brake them.

We have that oversight now. We have had it for our nation’s longest stretch of prosperity. But financiers and billionaires who are already making money hand over fist want to obtain more sets of hands and fists to accumulate even greater amounts of obscenely fabulous wealth. All at our expense.

MAGAs only hear lovely siren calls of easy money once preventative hurdles have been shoved aside. They’ve never heard, have never learned, and certainly have never lived through any privation. Which is what would befall countless Americans if the whammies of privatizing social security funds, eliminating financial sector checks, and shredding the safety net were to occur.

Earlier generations had no recourse other than gutting it out. They could never fathom comprehensive government rescue. In the almost century since the Depression, we have. Its creation has softened our lives to the point where most of us can lead our days blithely.

The rarefied rich above us don’t care if their greedy designs ruin Americans and America. To those like the Afrikaner and Vivek, President-elect Pay for Play, their sycophants, the thought has yet to and never will crease their greasy brows.

Is America one generation closer to forsaking the diligence which has retained her solvency? Are our immediate successors the ones who’ll lack enough simple native guile to protect their financial selves? Or will they be so taken in by the glittering blandishments of ruthless moguls perched at their doors they’ll allow them entry?

Like vampires. Bloodsuckers cannot enter homes to wreak damage upon any inhabitants until they’re first invited inside. Our undead cannot drain money unless the victims acquiesce.

And after MAGA is financially bled white, then asked or left to wonder how it befell them, dupes who already cannot respond to the contrary or contradictory, will resort to their standby, the signal which indicates self-awareness of having been had, of having been left in the lurch, of having been hung out to dry … the laughing emoji.

The White Bone of Truth

Could the results of Election 2024 have been any more dreadful for the United States?

Is it worse that voters have mindlessly reinstalled Donald Trump into the Oval Office? One of the absolute least among all Americans. Weren’t his prior four years warning enough? What didn’t he degrade then?

Our language. Our honor. Our civility. Our integrity. He smeared shit across each. Continue reading The White Bone of Truth

Dispiriting the Right

At the end of the last post, Strength Through Fear, I mentioned a prevailing thought among a certain kind of MAGA man. The low slouching kind, one who drools and whose knuckles scrape ground.

That poor dope thinks that for a woman to have exceled, to have reached prominence, she needed to have slept her way to the height.

Such insults every woman and offends any male who knows better but also knows he may be grouped among the belly scratchers. There’s a rumor circulating we all act alike. Continue reading Dispiriting the Right

Strength Through Fear

New Yorkers living in and who once resided in the Metropolitan Area know Donald Trump too well. For worse, he’s one of us. However, the farther west and south one travels, the short-fingered vulgarian somehow morphs into a worthy figure.

What better demonstrates the concept of “two Americas”? Continue reading Strength Through Fear

Killing Snakes

Have I been strident about what occurred in Israel on October 7th, 2023? Hell yeah! My stridency equals, no, surpasses those on the wrong side of the issue.

Have I been dismissive about what torments Gazans are enduring over the months since? Indeed, I have.

Have I lost social media correspondents with my backing of Israel’s justifiably ruthless extermination of Hamas terrorists? Yes. Continue reading Killing Snakes