It's an absolute shame how the main stream media reports news. It’s destroying our country. I surmise intentional mis-reporting has been going on since a critic wrote a rebuttal for the Epic of Gilgamesh, the first written document, some 4,200 years ago.
Perhaps I was naïve of journalism when younger and am just more sensitive to what I’m reading or hearing these days. It’s been admitted here in this very column that I’ve been known to be rather suspicious. Or, as someone recently suggested, I may be spending too much time in an “echo chamber;” a euphemism evidently hurled at somebody who has actually read an entire column to comprehend what it being articulated.
“Yellow Journalism,” a term coined in the 1890’s is thriving today, although the term has nearly disappeared. Every media outlet is sensationally trying to surpass the other in order to attract more eyeballs for more advertising dollars. (This alone suggests it’s never a good idea to be a “headline” reader to consider oneself informed.)
The practice of sensationalism, or just plain sour grapes, by the media stokes immense incivility, something the country has far too much of today. It has caused everyone to huddle into tribes, and woe to the person who might dare to question why such a great country has backed itself into this corner. Don’t believe that – look at the grief Kanye West is getting.
Today’s media seems to have no problem taking President Trump behind the woodshed regularly. In CNN’s case, 93% of their coverage. Most of the media would have been aghast had any of the invective's leveled at Trump been directed at the previous president. Cries of racism were leveled at the great unwashed that had the audacity just not to vote for Obama.
But now, most media outlets feel free to take potshots - manners and civility be damned - at Trump daily. Everything is his fault. And those that didn’t vote for Trump agree whole-heatedly. So, us Trump supporters should just shut up, it’s their medium and will write/say anything they want. You Trump supporters go off to your echo chambers to watch FOX…one of the few media outlets that continues to respect the office of president.
A disgraceful example of sour grapes appears daily in a major Chicago newspaper. This particular tabloid could not bring itself to endorse Trump, even though the tabloid was established as a Republican paper, and had endorsed every Republican presidential candidate, for over a hundred-fifty years, until Obama appeared - out of nowhere. So, they instead endorsed pot-smoker Gary Johnson.
Now that they backed the wrong horse, they have set out to beat on Trump endlessly for everything up to and including his hair. Would anybody dared to publicly mention Obama’s hair derisively in today’s politically-charged society? Asking for a friend.
Just today, as I write this commentary, the front-page headline in the e-edition of the tabloid is “reporting” on the horrible Pittsburgh massacre of the Jewish community. The sub-headline slimily mentions that perhaps Trump, the sitting president of the US, might not be welcome.
By just the third paragraph of the Associated Press article, they stated, “Some Pittsburghers urged Trump to stay away.” The story continues on page eleven, with another slime-ball caption, “Defendant in court; Trump visit stirs debate.” Later in the article they quote the Democratic mayor stating that the White House should contact the victim’s families and ask if they want the president to come.” Who the hell does Mayor Peduto think he is? He doesn’t direct the schedule of the president, and shame on any media that ran such a story because a couple of people that didn’t vote for the president are now using a national tragedy as their personal beef…or worse, political gain.
Go to page 2 of the tabloid and there is another so-called writer “linking Pittsburgh terrorism, Trump and the language of hate.” On page 3, a “journalist” took time from her usual racial lesson to discuss the need for gun control in the wake of the Pittsburgh shootings. Recall that nearly every Trump voter fervidly supports the Second Amendment, but what do they know, hey?
The “Editorials” were rather calm, as opposed to their regular thugs who beat on Trump daily from their bully pulpit. They did however, mention Trumps failure, again, to say what the tabloid wanted him to say after the Charlottesville riot. They also told everyone to keep calm about the caravan headed this way from Central America, despite the fact that Trump just ordered 5,200 troops to protect our southern border, a tenet strongly advocated by all Trump supporters.
And this from a Chicago tabloid, not the mighty New York Times and Washington Post, who also disparage Trump daily. And then there is the nasty and uncivil coverages of ABC, NBC, CBS, or MSNBC.
America’s incivility towards each other will only quiet down after our media quits stirring the pot.
“I may discount bungy-jump, but I’ll never smoke weed with Willie again.” - Toby Keith
This commentary is for music enthusiasts. Apologies to individuals without musical passion.
Have you ever listened to the lyrics of a song, and ponder the emotional state the writer was experiencing? What caused the incredible pain, joy, love, or loneliness that drove words to form the music? How were they able to say in a song what is so hard to vocalize? I don’t mean the music itself, with great melodies or sizzling guitar solos, but just the words.
May sound like odd questions, but as a music junkie, I think about that a lot.
For example, my thoughts often "go there" when hearing the lonely, beautiful Tom Jones' version of “Green, Green, Grass of Home." What drove writer, Curly Putman to pen a song about a man on death row dreaming about returning to his childhood home the night before his execution? Mr. Putnam did no prison time and died in his home at age 85.
To continue on that theme, how about the haunting loss and longing expressed in the "Unchained Melody," version by the Righteous Brothers? When listening, have you ever felt the hunger of Bobby Hatfield for his loss?
Or the nostalgia of youth as crooned by Roy Clark in “Yesterday, When I Was Young” or “Nobody to Run with Anymore,” by the Allman Brothers. It’s hard not to take yourself back in time when listening.
Another example and I will then get off the maudlin rant - consider the songs with the father-son bond angle. Songs like "My Father's Eye's" by Eric Clapton, "In the Living Years" by Mike and the Mechanics, "Father and Son" by Cat Stevens, or possibly the saddest song ever written, "Cats in the Cradle" by Harry Chapin. "When you comin' home, dad, I don't know when...but we'll get together then, you know we'll have a good time then."
Or, conversely, what was it the writer was trying to say in a particular song that had such great harmony. That would include just about any song written by the group America. Try to figure out the story about "Horse with No Name" - there is none.
Perhaps one of the most beautiful songs ever written might be "Bridge Over Troubled Water," by Simon and Garfunkel. When asked about the song, Paul Simon said, "Where did that come from?" Unbelievably, the final verse of the song with its lush chords was about Paul's wife discovering gray hair. "Sail on silver girl...I will ease your mind?"
There is an obscure Bob Seger song that nobody has ever heard of before, or if they have, don't remember, called “Ship of Fools.” In my mind, it is one of the most hauntingly beautiful, yet absolutely confusing songs that I can never get enough of. This is not the same song as those by the Grateful Dead, the Doors, World Party, Robert Plant or any of the other countless musicians that have written a song with that title. This version was written, sung and recorded by Seger.
Wikipedia’s explanation of the song is that it is a disambiguation. I had to look up the word and found that it is a word that removes ambiguity. Hmmm. So, following it further, the disambiguation from Wikipedia explains it is an allegory that has long been a fixture in Western literature and art. Defer to Plato's "Republic" Book VI. Did you get that? Jeez, Bob, it's just a song.
There are songs you wonder were written just for you. One example is “Faithfully” by Journey. It speaks of the life on the road of a musician while his wife and family are at home. As a life-long truck driver and salesman, I can so relate to about every word in the song. “I get the joy of rediscovering you…”
In that same vein would be “Whipping Post,” by the Allman Brothers. I thought so highly of the words to that song I published a book by that name, plus a blog.
“Roll Me Away,” another Bob Seger song, is a whimsical tune about him getting on a motorcycle and heading west toward the mountains, away from his past, his home, and his troubles. “Next time, we’ll get it right.”
Probably everybody has their own love song, whether it is for a current love, or a lost one. “I Will Always Love You,” by Whitney Houston; “Best of My Love,” by the Eagles; “I Just Called to Say I Love You” by Stevie Wonder; “Wonderful Tonight’” by Eric Clapton, are all classics. Your list may be entirely different, but the meaning to us are probably the same. We’ll leave break-up songs alone.
Believe it or not, my wife and I were married to a Led Zepplin song, called “Thank You.” One would never believe such beautiful words could have come from a drug-addled Robert Plant, but the love message to the song is amazing. We think so much of it, there is a line from the song that is not only etched in our minds, it will be on our gravestones as well.
This may come as a surprise to some, but I am an avid follower of the Fox News Network. It's where I get much of my national news, although I do get local news from CBS, the Chicago Tribune and the Daily Journal. On occasion I venture over to any one of the liberal news networks just to recall why I can't stand to watch their socialist propaganda and politically correct buffoonery.
Recently though, I have become disillusioned with Fox amid their unremitting coverage of Saudi journalist, Jamal Khashoggi. With all due respect to the Khashoggi family, I'm tired of hearing about this man.
To fill in the back story, Mr. Khashoggi was a journalist for the Washington Post living in the swamp known as Washington DC. He might have been part of the swamp. Although he held American citizenship, he was born in Saudi Arabia. He has evidently been a critic of Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman, the thirty-three-year-old son of the King Salmon of Saudi Arabia. You may have heard about the prince, as he recently lifted the ban on women driving. Being the kings favorite son, the young prince has been allowed by his dad to run the country since 2015. Evidently, he is not ruling well according to some, and Mr. Khashoggi has been reporting about it for some time. For the record, I have no opinion either way about Mr. Khashoggi or the Prince.
Fast forward to this month. Mr. Khashoggi enters the Saudi Arabian consulate in Turkey on the 2nd to get a copy of his divorce papers so he can get married to his mistress, a Turkish citizen. She waits outside for him, but he never comes back out. It is now presumed he was murdered, and possibly at the direction of the Prince.
Fingers are now being pointed, testosterone levels are through the roof, and a massive amount of butt covering is going on. The King has personally sent his right hand man to meet with the Turkish president, our Secretary of State has been dispatched there so as to hear justification from all sides. The Liberals and their lapdog media is scouring for ways to blame the murder on Trump. All of this is being covered ad-nauseum by Fox News since the time it happened.
As with everything that goes on in the Middle East, this has the world in an uproar. The various tribes of the Middle East have been killing each other for thousands of years and quite frankly, I don't have the energy to get too excited anymore because a journalist got murdered over five thousand miles from here in what is basically a war zone. You can bet, Mr. Khashoggi was not the only person murdered that day in Turkey for political reasons, or any of the other countries in the area.
If there is anybody out there that can explain to me, in a rational, civil manner, why this event has taken over my news network, I'd be very grateful. What is so special about this one sixty-year-old individual - is it because he was a journalist?
Meanwhile, since that presumed murder, fifty miles away from where we live, twenty-two people have been murdered on the south side of Chicago - the "Middle East" of the Midwest. Can you name any of those people? Has Fox News, or any national news network given details of those murders, that just keep happening just north of here?
Oh, the local nightly news will report on the murders for one-night's "breaking news" coverage with scenes of anguished mothers shrieking hysterically. The Chicago newspapers will blast it on the front page, then add the name to their ongoing homicide victim's online tally report. Then the whole matter will fade away while nothing gets done to stop the senseless killings, which evidently the city of Chicago and the state of Illinois are either too inept, broke, or unwilling to clean up the streets. God, and the ACLU, forbid that someone gets stopped and frisked in the hopes it might save children.
Did you know little Julien Gonzalez, all of two-years-old, was killed when he was shot in the neck in the Hermosa neighborhood of Chicago? (What he was doing outside at 10:15 at night watching two women fight is another story for a commentary another day, but I digress.) Just imagine the horror and pain of your two-year-old getting shot in the neck.
Seems to me we have our priorities screwed up, folks.
In a few days there will be munchkins knocking on doors looking for treats or warning of tricks from the lords and ladies of the manor. Obviously, I'm referring to the peculiar custom of Halloween, long thought to be an Irish/Scottish tradition. Some of the little scoundrels unknowingly will cause mischief just by walking through expensive landscaping.
Remarkably, Halloween is the second largest retail season behind Christmas. An odd holiday hard to define, it’s originally to have been a day of remembering the dead and may have pagan roots. Its origins can’t be traced to any specific peoples although October 31 has always been the day celebrated. The year of inception however can range a thousand years apart, depending on historical source.
Being the father of four children raised in Clifton, and now having grandchildren, I am well steeped in the custom of wearing costumes and trick-or-treating, a practice that appears to date back to the 1930’s in the US.
I recall vividly when I went trick-or-treating in Chebanse in the 60’s. One year my mother embarrassingly made me wear green tights and something resembling a sandwich board to go as a can of peas. Dad was the Green Giant that year.
It was so different back in ‘60's Chebanse when parents didn’t have to accompany kids around town for trick-or-treating. This allowed us rascals to do some real mischief, like soaping windows or smashing pumpkins off a porch. Ever soap a window and find someone frowning back at you?
One year, a group of exceptionally creative rebels lined the main street of Chebanse with scrapped cars. There was even one placed atop the office building of the old grain elevator. Folklore states that was the same group of guys that might have been instrumental in some infamous graffiti painted on the water tower on another Halloween.
But I digressed down Memory Lane.
I googled the top Halloween costumes this year for children. I was surprised to see they hadn't changed much since our kids were small. Sadly, costumes now are all store bought. I no longer bring up the home-made costume idea anymore – the family finds my suggestions annoying. Who among us didn’t don a black cape and some plastic fangs to go as Dracula?
Typical costumes like Batman, Pooh, Star Wars, vampires, pumpkins, and ninjas are still popular - or back again - I may have missed a generation. New to the list is the “Incredibles” characters, Mary Poppins, Nella the Knight, and the Black Panther. Prices ranged from $15 to an eye-popping $90 - for a costume that will be worn once. Every parent must also buy a special carrier of some sort to hold the bootie from the night’s haul.
Speaking of the costs, there is the obligatory winter coat, stocking hats, and gloves that are worn over the top of the costume as after all, we are in Illinois. Gas money for the SUV to cart munchkins around the neighborhood must be factored. Somehow, we were fine hoofin' it around Chebanse back in the day in our home-made costume, toting a bulging IGA brown paper bag or a pillow case.
We have a couple grandkids temporarily living with us. They are dressing as Shark Man and Lava Girl. I've never heard of these characters before, but the kids exhibit pure exhilaration when they don these costumes. Lava Girl has this shock of bright, flowing red hair representing ...lava. Looks more like the red nest of a bird to me. (Don’t worry her mother doesn’t read my columns.)
Six other grandkids have changed their minds so often, and are still doing so at the time of this writing, that we have no idea who they will look like. The youngest said he was going to be "Slappy", whoever that is, then later changed his mind to a chicken. Where does a two-and-a-half-year-old come up with the idea of being a chicken? Or is that "Slappy the Chicken?" Anyway, when theses six show up at the door, I might mistake them for a neighbor’s kid and slip them the smaller $5 candy bar, rather than the special super-sized $10 chocolate bar their grandmother bought them.
And we have two grandbabies. I know they are going as a pretty darn cute rendition of Beauty and the Beast. I've already seen a preview. Hope I didn't spoil the surprise for the other grandparents though.
As for the Halloween party we’re invited to, I’m gonna drink a whole bunch of caffeinated beverages, stick a feather in my hat and go as Senator Elizabeth Warren.
Well, another election cycle is just about here. How you feeling about your choices? Are you thinking about voting for the incumbent candidate who promised the world, was elected, and then disappeared into swampy Washington DC? Or, are you thinking about the challenger who can tell us very little about what he will do for us, but has a mountain of dirt on his opponent? You know that because of the hundreds of nauseating television commercials you’ve been inundated with.
Perhaps you’re one of those dogmatists who votes ONLY for one party, regardless of the attributes of the other candidate? Maybe your father, union, peeps, tribe, or favorite starlet told you how to vote. I voted that way in my first national election all the way back in 1976. I voted one party because, well that’s what was expected of me by my grandfather. After all, he was so wise and worldly, he had to know who would be the right candidate. So, I voted for Jimmy Carter over Gerald Ford. I don’t often admit that to people, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anybody.
I recall feeling pretty bad about that at the time. Not knowing anything about most of the individuals on the ballot, I just looked for the "D" after their name. It gave me a hollow feeling afterwards, as if maybe I missed something. I did it the next election, only this time looking for "R" and that didn't feel any better either.
Speaking of a hollow feeling, consider the voting options in the State of Illinois, what’s left of it.
For governor we have a choice between two gazillionaire’s - and a bunch of other people you never heard of nor will again - that surely should have better things to do than to polish Mike Madigan's shoes. Yet, we have Bruce Rauner on the right (an oxymoron of a word in Illinois) and JB Pritzker on the Left.
I have this feeling the 61-year-old chairman of a private equity firm, Bruce Rauner, is probably a nice guy. Not very effective at being governor, but still, a nice guy. I truly think he means well. Unfortunately, he has a liberal wife that has his ear, and evidently, no idea how to put Madigan back in the jar. This futility is kind of surprising from a self-made ultra-successful guy. He comes cheap, as his Governor's salary is only $1 per year with no benefits.
Then there is the 53-year-old JB Pritzker, heir to the Hyatt Hotel chain. Why would a member of one of the wealthiest families in America want to be Madigan’s errand boy? Why did he grovel to former governor Rod Blogojevich for a state job? Why would he buy a multi-million-dollar mansion next door to his multi-million-dollar mansion and rip the toilets out just to save three-hundred thousand dollars in taxes? Why’s he spending more than $50 million of his own money for a job that pays $177,412 per year? Why’s he so anxious to inflict more taxes on the dwindling residents of Illinois? Why, JB, why?
Both of these men have received multiple awards for their philanthropy, so they know how to help people. Neither though has a clue how to fix this state. Rauner has already proved it and JB's motives really deserve serious questioning.
Since the two men have this insatiable urge to be part of the mess that is Illinois, I have a proposal. We should make Cook County its own state - call it the “State of Chicago.” JB can be governor. Rauner can then have the governorship for the rest of Illinois.
Since I’m throwing out proposals, here’s another to consider. What if nobody across the entire country voted in the next election? Due to the gaping hole the country has with leadership, we show our dissatisfaction by staying home on the couch. In a blink of an eye, we wipe out a third of the Senate, half of the House, and many more state-wide across the country. Thirty-six states will have no governor. Do you think then we will get their attention? Do you think they might become a little more willing to impose term limits?
No blue wave or red wave. Just a middle finger wave.
Well, one can dream, but you know someone might not get the message, and show up to vote for the wrong person. That’s why it’s more important than ever that everyone votes.
Your vote counts.
Well, now that "Beelzebub" Kavanaugh has been confirmed as our nations 114th Supreme Court Justice, the Left and the media can get back to scouring the earth for the elusive Trump - Russia connection which cheated Hillary out of her coronation.
After eight years of Obama forging the way to take our country towards "Democratic Socialism," which smells quite a bit like just plain Socialism, the table was set for Hillary to take over the wheel and drive the final stake in the heart of that pesky Constitution those doddering old fools set in place back in 1775.
Then a funny thing happened, the ingenious Electoral College also conceived by those "old fools" prevented the folks from New York and California from putting Hillary in the Oval Office. Want to bet some Democrat (Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez?) tries to abolish the Electoral College in the near future?
President Trump has replaced two justices on the SCOTUS and more than likely will nominate a third, replacing an elderly Justice Ginsburg. After experiencing the theatrics that was the Kavanaugh confirmation, the next one ought to be a real dogfight, making the Bork, Thomas, and Kavanaugh circuses look like a kumbaya moment. Surely the next nominee will be accused of hiding bodies in her basement, as the rape angle didn’t work.
We shouldn’t deny Ms. Ford’s allegation - I trust someone did something to her at a young age. But to wait 30-36 years after the fact and expect people to rely on recollections from that long ago, without any corroborating evidence, and at the expense of another person's integrity, stretches credibility. The bedrock of our justice system is innocent until proven guilty, courtesy of those "old fools." It can't work any other way.
The real tragedy is that Ms. Ford was taken advantage of again...36 years after the fact. This time there is no doubt who took advantage of her - Senators Feinstein and Schumer.
The 85-year-old Feinstein could have prevented dragging Ms. Ford and Mr. Kavanaugh's name through a national spectacle, but she chose partisan political gamesmanship instead of the high road. She knew of Ms. Fords allegation back in July, before Kavanaugh was nominated, which could have been quietly investigated. Instead, she waited until the eleventh hour, when the Democratic party had used up all measures to block what appears to be a candidate whose only fault was to be nominated by Trump.
Feinstein, who was unaware of a Chinese spy working for her for 20 years, will be replaced soon and America will be better off. I hope everyone will remember her collection of comrades casting aspersions of Kavanaugh's credibility.
Richard Blumenthal was one. He's the man who claimed to be a Viet Nam vet when actually he received five deferments and never set foot on a battlefield. Then there was US Senator, Mazi Hirono telling all men to just shut up. Or how about Cory “Spartacus” Booker, who wants to be president, playing the race card?
Our own Dick Durbin, who never saw a tax bill he didn’t want to pass, actually thought Kavanaugh, the Republican party, and most of America was dumb enough to “suspend” the hearings until he was given all documents and a chance to review them. Like we're too ignorant to realize he and his comrades would have gotten around to that sometime in 2020.
The wealthy Sheldon Whitehouse grilled Kavanaugh over his High School Yearbook postings, interrogating him for silly shenanigans seventeen-year-old kids wrote. This is what passes for serious hearings in DC now?
The real reprobate was the man setting the agenda on the left side of the Senate, puppet master Chuck Schumer from New York. I wrote about his questionable activities in a January 2017 blog, when he announced intention to hold up Trumps first SCOTUS pick, Neil Gorsuch...before being nominated.
Schumer has never had a job outside of government – a career path I find rather repulsive – perpetually living off taxpayer money. Schumer repeatedly stood on the Senate floor, imploring, shaming, and whining to whoever would listen of the perils of putting a man like Kavanaugh on the SCOTUS. Comparing the two men, one is a highly rated justice and the other plays political games. Bob Dole once advised the most dangerous place to be in DC is between Chuck Schumer and a television camera.
Mr. Schumer, the “low moment” you referenced regarding Kavanaugh is the way you turned the US Senate and our justice system into a three-ring circus. In the immortal words of Joseph Welch when addressing Senator Joe McCarthy in 1954, "Have you no decency?"
Recently on a flight back from Florida, I sat across the aisle from “Reverend” Jessie Jackson. So, here I am, a staunch Conservative sitting next to an individual I believe to be every bit as unscrupulous as people like Bernie Madoff or John Kerry.
Whether that reputation is accurate or not, it is an opinion, and despite the efforts of some on the Left and in Congress, this old guy is still allowed his opinions. You may have an entirely different view about Mr. Jackson. I respect that. If you read further, you might also find this commentary really isn’t about Mr. Jackson.
Jesse Jackson has had books written criticizing him, which induced me to consider scenarios why he might be in Florida. What should I say or shout at him, I pondered? Ideas fluttered around my noggin. After all, liberals shout at celebrities they disagree with all the time – it’s all the rage now. Why shouldn’t I do so as well?
As the plane snuggled up to the terminal the buzzer went off and everyone stood. Still wearing my seat-belt until the buzzer actually rang slowed me down from the rest, so I found aisle space lacking to collect belongings. I stood anyway, just about the time a guy – call him Smiley – clawed his way back to where Mr. Jackson and I were struggling to occupy the same spot at the same time.
Smiley had this big grin on his face as he stuck out a hand. “Reverend Jackson,” Smiley blurted warmly, and I quote verbatim, “I just wanted to thank you for all the wonderful things you've done for the world.”
Suppressing hysterics, I did a double-take to see if Smiley was being facetious. His request to have his picture taken with his wife and Mr. Jackson confirmed that Smiley was in fact serious. No, I did not take the picture.
Someone standing behind Mr. Jackson then asked for a picture too so I used my considerable burliness to make way for my wife and I to exit the aisle and the city of Chicago as quickly as possible. Not only did I fight off the urge to scream at Mr. Jackson on the way out, which Liberals now think is perfectly normal behavior, I also did not stop to ask Smiley if he's allowed to vote, although that thought had occurred to me.
Obviously, I have some animosity towards Mr. Jackson. So, how's my situation any different than that of the morons that accosted Sarah Huckabee-Sanders, Ted Cruz, or Betsy DeVos when they were being attacked in public with their families?
Standing in a metal tube surrounded by people scrambling to get off a plane would have been a great opportunity to heckle Mr. Jackson. I could have shrieked about the accusations leveled at Mr. Jackson from various claims mentioned in the book “Shakedown” by Ken Timmerman or “Scam” by Jesse Peterson. Details aside, nothing mentioned in those books, or others, have been refuted.
I might have embarrassed Mr. Jackson (and probably my wife) by calling him an adulterer or shrieking obscenities about other misdeeds, real or imagined on my part.
My situation is different than the above-mentioned protesters because, despite our differences I feel strongly about, I instead treated Mr. Jackson, and others in my area of the plane, with respect and dignity. Frankly, Mr. Jackson and/or Smiley would be hard-pressed to recollect I was ever near them. That’s a normal human interaction.
Certainly, my imagined protestations would only happen as I was being drug off the plane or out the terminal by security. And somebody would record the confrontation on their cellphone and subsequently sell it to a news organization so as to criticize me - the Conservative - rather than, in my opinion, a liberal race hustler.
But when liberals attack the space of people they don’t agree with, they’re rarely drug away because of their 1st Amendment Right, and somehow the media coverage doesn’t seem to have a problem with this type behavior.
In fact, it seems to me it's glorified, as if it's now common knowledge that people like Sanders, Cruz, and DeVos SHOULD be derided. Maxine Waters is on record running her mouth about heckling Trump. The media never condemned her.
Yet, would it be considered politically incorrect of me to call out people like Mr. Jackson? I’m probably going to get hammered for having the audacity for writing this.
I should have said something.
Regretfully, I could not be considered a religious man by any stretch of the imagination. Evidently, I’m not intelligent enough to comprehend the Bible, and my brain is wired too linear and skeptical to believe in faith without proof. In my mind children dying of cancer or scenes of gassed Syrian babies, to use as examples, do not compute there might be some sort of a spiritual, all-encompassing being watching over us. Neither does voting for Hillary Clinton, but that is another subject.
Having said that, sometimes I consider circumstances in history and wonder if there just had to be some sort of “divine” guidance involved in the outcome. There simply has to be more “there” there.
Take the Founding Fathers as an example:
Whether referring to the seven Founding Fathers, (Adams, Franklin, Hamilton, Jay, Jefferson, Madison, and Washington) as identified by historian Richard Morris, or the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence, the divinity of the situation would be comparable.
Let’s consider just the seven key Founding Fathers. (As a footnote - when researching details, I found it remarkable that Washington, Jay, Hamilton, and Madison did not sign the Declaration of Independence.)
When the 2nd Continental Congress met in Philadelphia in 1775, these seven gentlemen gathered from points all over the thirteen colonies. At that time, there were about 2.5 million people in America. Life was pretty primitive in general. Obviously, there were no telephones, fax machines or emails for the men to discuss ideas between themselves beforehand.
There also was no cotton clothes or readily available potable water, as everybody drank cider, beer, and wine. Although there were doctors, people avoided them like the plague, as the practice of medicine had not been advanced much beyond leech bleeding. There were no anti-biotics and half the babies born did not live past the first year.
Amazingly, people were only beginning to trade chamber pots for outhouses. You can imagine the rest of their personal hygiene experiences from that perspective.
Not only did they live in a primeval time, they had personal problems as well. According to Sara Kettler of Biography, George Washington possessed a quick temper and was prone to bouts of profanity-laced outbursts. Speaking of crude, you might want to look up where George really got his teeth, as they weren’t wooden.
Thomas Jefferson, who eloquently penned many of the nation’s most important documents, was tongue-tied, particularly around women, and rarely spoke while sitting in Congress. Compare that with the blowhards we have today in Washington DC.
Benjamin Franklin, who had no formal education, often “air-bathed” by sitting at his desk naked. He thought that accounted for a bath! He also lived to be 93 years old at a time when life expectancy was just under 40.
John Adams was such a crusty old SOB, nobody liked him.
James Madison had a step-son who was a gambler, drunkard and spent time in debtor’s prison. Madison often paid the debts, usually without Dolly's knowledge.
John Jay, the first Chief Justice, detested the job due to the traveling conditions, and quit at first chance.
Alexander Hamilton, born in the Caribbean to a mother that happened to be married to another man not named Hamilton, was considered somewhat political, usurping power from his superiors, including President Adams. Perhaps the reason President Adams was so miserable?
Despite this hard life and individual foibles, they cobbled together perhaps some of the supreme documents in history. This included the Declaration of Independence, Federalist Papers advocating ratification of the Constitution, and later the Treaty of Paris, which ended the Revolutionary War.
Their actions set into place a bloody confrontation against Britain, certainly a repeat of the Biblical David versus Goliath, in which the colonies won against all odds. The result was to create the greatest nation that ever existed in the history of mankind.
Once set in place, the men served the country they put together, in various capacities, so as to set examples of how this Republic should be run. (Except, evidently, for the political Hamilton!) And the product of their labors, the United States of America, has lasted 241 years to date…despite the efforts of Obama.
Could this have been created, despite the enormous odds, incredible hardships, and primitive way of life, by chance? These folks did not understand the basic rules of hygiene but were able to set all that we know and love in place for centuries?
It’s hard for me to fathom this was just merely historical coincidence. Surely there had to be another hand in this.
Sadly, even God could have not foreseen the circus that is the Brett Kavanaugh SCOTUS hearing though.
NOTE - This is not the first time this commentary has appeared in my blog. I edited the original from April of 2017 and sent it to be published in the paper, as I was on vacation at the time.