The Pendulum Has Swung

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The American people have spoken, their voices were heard, the Pendulum has swung. What has resonated most soundly with me is the clarity of Trump’s take on the American pulse, and the incredible fight he put forward to make it heard. The Media was against him. The Establishment was against him. His own party was against him. While this was going on, I clearly heard him say, “It doesn’t matter that the Media is Biased, that the Election is rigged, that Republican party is against me, we have a movement, we have the support of the American people”. He was clear and confident that he was speaking the voice of America. It is what held me loyal and true, through thick and thin. I rejoice today, not so much in our win, but in our abilities as Americans to see our future clearly and react.

As hard as it will be, we must all now come together. Not because Trump says so, or Clinton says so, or Obama says so, but because the American people say so.

Who Would You Pick?

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Donald Trump is out selling ball caps, signed books, lunches with his sons, himself and his daughter, T-shirts, trips on his airplane, reaching into his own pocket, you name it, to raise money for his campaign, beholden to none. Hillary is courting Wall Street, Special Interest Groups and the Uber Wealthy (George Soros types), to get what she wants, indebted to everyone.

To me it is a simple question indeed. WHO DO YOU WANT RUNNING YOUR COUNTRY? WHO WOULD YOU PICK?

Revelation from The Old Country

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I love this flag as much as my Stars and Stripes,
which I fly with pride. I am a first generation
son of the Old Country.

A day or two ago I was rooting around Twitter and noticed a name that had strong similarities to mine, so I decided to engage the owner. She earns a living as a Freelance Writer in the Media. Our disjointed twittering started out very friendly, and soon evolved into a friendly discussion of politics. Typing messages back and forth, is difficult at best, but she was determined, as was I, to communicate.
Apparently she studied my Twitter page and said, “I see you are a Trump voter.” I told her that I was, but feared that the polished wheels of the Clinton machine, might overrun Trump’s quest to make America great again.  She was devistated to hear that. We went back and forth for over an hour, and here is the gist.
Denmark has been a Christian civilization for over a thousand years. She has been noticing change in Europe, but it was not until Chancellor Merkel of Germany allowed thousands and thousands of “Islamic Refugees” to enter Europe, through Germanies open borders, that she noticed real change in Europe. (Studies now show that 65% of the Merkel labled “Refugees” are men of fighting age, as we have seen from the rape and pillage reports earlier this year from Western Europe.) Merkel wielded her economic power to force less wealthy nations to take some of the “Refugees”. She saw that Chancellor Merkel was gaining popularity in Europe, by hook and by crook. Wealthy Germany has the power to bring economic pressure on the less wealthy nations, my Denmark seemingly, being one. Apparently, however, Chancellor Merkel’s reign is over next year but she is making a bid to Chair the EU in 2017, causing millions of Europeans to fear the path Europe might take, and what a collaboration with Clinton might cause. She is concerned what two greedy and power hungry women might do to the world order.
I tried to explain the Progressive Movement, and our need to have the pendulum swing back to the right, but she already understood that, and did not understand why Americans saw “Locker Room talk” as more important than the loss of America’s identity and the fostering of the election of a lying crook. She, along with millions of Europeans, fear that Clinton and Merkel will form a union, promoting Progressive change and the destruction of Judeo-Cristian values everywhere. Christian cultures are the same, the world over, and millions have the same fears. American schools stopped teaching our Judeo-Christian values years ago and the steamroller keeps quietly moving along. The ACLU, Liberal Justices, Liberal Press and Liberal Education are growing like weeds and destroying America. Isn’t it time to wake up? Isn’t it time to make America and the World great again?

Blowin In The Wind

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I grew up in a very strange music atmosphere. Mom and Dad played symphony and opera on the radio and the victrola. When TV came along, it  was; Lucky Strike’s, Your Hit Parade; Mitch Miller’s, Sing Along With Mitch, and the Lawrence Welk Show. In High School it was The Kingston Trio at the Hungry I, Hootenanny at the Red Garter on Broadway in San Francisco and Turk Murphy at Earthquake McGoons .

I joined the Navy immediately after High School and after my discharge, got very serious about my college education. I put myself through, so there wasn’t much time for music in my life, and I had formed negative opinions during the 60’s. Dylan, The Beatles, The Doors, The Stones, The Who, The Kinks, The Zombies, The Animals, Jefferson Airplane, Joplin, Creedence and Hendrix, all passed under my radar. “They are too loud”, I said. The Mama’s and the Papa’s, Simon and Garfunkle and the Beach Boys, made my list.

Then my wife, a product of North Beach and the Haight Ashbury, entered my life with her music collection. Nine years my junior, she played all the 60’s stuff I previously disliked plus a lot of new stuff I wasn’t aware of either; like, Fleetwood Mac, Chicago, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon. Slowly but surely my ear began to bend and I started to hear the good in all the music I had shunned. The Beatles, the Stones, Jefferson Airplane, Joplin, Creedence all found their way into my music backlog. I needed a little John Denver every so often to level me out, but for the most part the music of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s became my music.

Blowin in the wind, Like a Rolling Stone; Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door, Don’t think twice, Mr. Tambourine man, Lay Lady Lay and many, many others have formed a rich poetic tome, worth of the Nobel Prize for Literature. Bravo Mr. Dylan, bravo you musicians of the 50’s through the 70’s.

USA Today, Or Any Day, Is A Joke

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USA Today, as well as most of the newsmedia, is a joke and a hypocritical charlatan phoney when it comes to political news reporting. Recently USA Today boasted that they have never, in their umpteen years of reporting, denounced an individual candidate until this election cycle, because of some dastardly deed Donald Trump did ten to twenty years ago.

USA Today, Gannet Company states on their website; OUR PURPOSE:  We exist to get the right information, tools and guidance to people at the right time. That is a true statement, because also recently Gannet purchased our local newspaper, Redding Searchlight, from Scripps newspapers. How does that jibe with their PURPOSE? Gannet immediately announced that it was their intention to replace current conservative writers with left leaning liberal ones, to balance out the reporting, giving us the right information, tools and guidance. The political newsreporting in the Redding Searchlight today is so biased and slanted left, that I refuse to read it.

Over and over again, Clinton dominates the positive political news; she can do no wrong and Trump can do no right. It is so biased and slanted that it is laughable. Give us a break USA Today. If you have such a hard time telling the truth, stop calling yourself a NEWSpaper and call yourself a SCANDAL sheet, which is what your are turning out to be. But remember if dastardly deed reporting is your bread and butter, I think you will lose a lot of subscribers if you don’t report on Hillary’s dastardlys, and for heavens sake don’t fire your star reporter, Billy Bush, for breaking the story.

Come on USA Today. Clean up your act.

 

 

 

 

One Of My Pet Peeves. What’s yours?

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I live in a rural area, and we have a mailbox that is shared with eight other users. It’s located down the street on a corner with a main roadway to make is easier for the mailmen to deliver the mail. The box had a slot where we could place outgoing mail to be picked up. Some dirt bag thought there might be something of value in the outgoing mail slot so he got out his tire iron and made a total mess of the slot. The Post Office, in its wisdom, sent out a handyman who welded the slot shut, rendering it useless to the dirt bags and good citizen users alike.

Colin Kaepernick has chosen to boycott the National Anthem at football games in order to foster an issue he personally believes in. Several other sports celebrities have followed suit by taking a knee, raising a fist, or pouting on the sidelines. None of the teams have the balls to tell their millionaire employees that the National Anthem at a team sponsored football game is sacred and not to be messed with. The teams, down deep, I’m sure, feel that the antics are disrespectful to everyone; the media, televising the travesties, down deep, know that it is the wrong thing these people are doing. So what is their solution to the problem? Of Course, stop televising the National Anthem. My wife and I were watching football this Sunday, and she said to me. “Hon, isn’t it a shame that the Anthem is no longer played at the games? I really miss that.” “It’s simple dear”, I said, “The law abiding citizen is always the one that suffers for our inability to call a spade a spade, and punish the wrong-doers”.

Responsible gun owners are another good example of this same sort of thing. People, unwilling to deal with criminals always look to punish the innocent first. However, I was happy to read that Megan Rapinoe has been dropped from the USA Team Roster. Spitting on your employer is a no-no.

The End of an Era

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At my age I get very concerned when an Era ends, and yesterday an Era ended for me. I worshiped Arnold Palmer. He was a winner, he was a great golfer (in spite of his swing), and above all he was a marvelous human being.

When I was discharged from the Navy in 1960, at age 21, I began my college career, and also took up the game of golf. I was never really great, nor consistant, but in my prime I could go around most courses under 82. My greatest golf story was when two of my golfing buddies and I played Pebble Beach. For the first four holes I carded birdie, birdie, eagle, birdie (five under). I came out of the fifth hole even and went for 115 pops that fateful day. I wiffed my first T shot playing with my father-in-law to be, who was an All-American basketball player, and a pretty solid golfer. I couldn’t find a hero in myself on the golf course, so I looked to Arnie.

Arnold Palmer won 62 tournaments during his career on the PGA Tour. Widely considered one of the greatest golfers of all-time, Palmer captured seven majors that included four Masters wins from 1958 to 1964 and two British Open titles. He never won the PGA, which haunted him his entire career from 1958 to the day-before-yesterday.

I remember joining Arnies Army and following him whenever he came to town to play. One day in 1966, at the Olympic Club in San Francisco, Palmers twosome was waiting for the groups ahead, he was 10 feet from me, and I said to him, “Arnie, I think you got this one today.” He gave me a big smile and walked over to me. We actually chatted for about two minutes, he thanked me for my support and walked back to his ball. He took a swing; that God aweful, loopy, flat, three-quarter swing, of his; and whacked the ball still to the pin. He characteristically hitched up his pants, turned and winked at me and strode off. I’ll miss you Arnie.

 

Nero Fiddles While Rome Burns

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ROME IS BURNING

I remember, 2008, as if it was yesterday; President Obama, his wife and children walking out on stage after his election. He looked like a deer in the headlights. The Rev. Jesse Jackson, Oprah, Al Sharpton and many other African-American notables looked on with tears in their eyes. I believed, in that moment, that the tears were tears of joy, of “lifted oppression” and of hope.

Sitting here, nearly eight years later I wonder what the hell happened. Obama, the first African-American President was, in that moment, given everything he needed to attain the elusive goal of healing racism in the United States. You would think that would have been the uppermost thought in his mind as he strolled out on the stage, waving, smiling and posing. What a legacy that would have been; equal to our 14th President.

“He could have been my son”(BO on Trayvon Martin); “For the first time in my life I am proud of my country because it feels like hope is making a comeback”(MO 2/18/2008); “She’s a typical white person” (BO referring to his grandmother); “The motivations of the shooter remind us that racism remains a blight that we have to combat together”(BO on the Charleston Shootings); “The situation in Ferguson speaks to broader challenges we still face as a nation including the mistrust between law enforcement and communities of color”(BO on Ferguson). He speaks of combat, challenge and hope, but does nothing.

I waited, with the rest of America, for Obama to roll up his sleeves and end racism once and for all, and instead he issues statement after statement pushing the divide further and further apart. Why did Obama allow a decorated police officer in Ferguson to lose his career to a 400LB bully who obviously was out of control and a threat. Why did he go to Charleston and condole the suffering in complete privacy; did he not think that the rest of us, white, yellow and brown might want him; as our leader’ to comiserate for us as well.

He has never understood that he is the President of all of us, the hope of all of us, the strength of all of us. Instead he chose to polarize, politicize, and intellectualize. I have never really understood why, and he continues til today. Rome is burning.

I Just Don’t Understand

Death Penalty

In 1965, two cousins abducted two fifteen year old girls, brutally raped them, blew them away; at close range, with a shotgun, and then dumped their bodies in a ravine. For 51 years this bizzare autrocity languished in the cold files of the California Police Department. Recently, a detective, with time on his hands, decided to look into the case. He found DNA evidence, still preserved, after all this time. He has the evidence analyized and low and behold, the cousins are unmasked. One is still in Callifornia and the other is living somewhere in the southeast. Both are immediately jailed, and are now awaiting arraignment.

Today’s headlines read; “Cold Case Killers Escape Death Penalty”. This really peaked my curiosity, because they haven’t even been tried, and the media is already headlining the penalty, or lack thereof. The article went on to say that the reason they won’t receive the Death Penalty is because they committed the crime during a period in California when the Death Penalty was abolished. Hmmmmmmm.

Okay. Two guys commit a heinous crime; languish in obscurity for 51 years, living la vida loca; and then are further rewarded by avoiding the death penalty; which seems to make perfectly good sense to our judicial system, media, and the public in general. Well I don’t get it.

In my humble opinion, a criminal should be punished in the milieu of prosecution, not of committment. Punishment should fit the mindset of the accusers, not the victims. But then I wonder, if the situation were reversed, would the victim feel cheated. It is really confusing. In reality, if those two filthy bastards got the Death Penalty today, they would again languish in a broken judicial system that takes 25 years to carry out the final punishment.

All we really want, as a society, is a safe place for our fifteen year olds to grow up. A place where we can go to bed at night and not worry that our grand parents will be home invaded, that or our children will be abducted from their beds, that our wives and daughters will be preyed upon on a jogging trail. The bottom line is that heinous crimes require serious and timely capital punishment which can only be accomplished through a reformed criminal appeals system and a mindset that rape, murder and physical abuse are heinous.