I'm taking this week off because of jury duty.  Sorry.  

Blame the county. 

See you next week!

Report Card Time

 

It’s been about a week since President Joseph Robinette Biden marked his first year in office.  Just like countless kids and some adults, he is due a report card to see how well he is performing.

 

Since learning is part of performing daily tasks, this seems like an ideal time to more closely examine Biden’s ability to both perform and learn through his life’s lessons. And there’s no better time like the present to make course corrections and changes, as needed.

 

Report Card for Joseph Robinette Biden, President of the United States of America

 

Economics                              Grade: F        Details: Joe is apparently not well-briefed in handling money, especially money of people other than Joe.

 

 

Inflation                                 Grade: F        Details: Because of his limited knowledge of how over-spending directly affects inflation, he earned a solid F in his handling of inflation.  By the way, his inflation numbers are the highest in over 40-years.

 

 

Public Health                         Grade: D-       Details: Once again, Joe’s ideas of how medicine and health works are poor, at best.  He’s been listening to others in the guvment and apparently has been applying the worst of that information on the entire nation.  Further, Joe appears incapable of making a decision on things like wearing masks, how many shots are really necessary, and whether lockdowns are necessary or effective.

 

 

Geography                             Grade: B        Details: Joe got a B because he seems to have the brain of a homing pigeon inasmuch as he can certainly find Delaware, but has yet to locate Mexico.

 

 

International Relations         Grade: F        Details: With intentions of making a grandiose statement, Joe hastily withdrew American troops from a 20-year conflict in Afghanistan.  His point was muddied by directing the military to simply depart the country without concern of other trapped Americans and American allies.  Selfish.

 

 

Military Strategy                   Grade: D-       Details: With the Afghanistan disaster only six-months old, Joe appears to be overly eager to directly confront Russia in a saber-rattling scenario in Ukraine.  His vision for Taiwan is further questionable as China has also expressed its displeasure over Joe’s threats concerning this Far East danger zone.

 

 

Reaching Across the Aisle    Grade: F        Details: “Antagonistic” is the best word to describe how Joe deals with his cohorts in both Congress and the Senate.  He publicly promises to work multilaterally, but quickly changes his tune when others balk at his hare-brained ideas.

 

 

Conventional Energy            Grade: F        Details: Literally within minutes of his swearing-in, in January 2021, Joe felt it necessary to immediately stop the flow of American crude oil through the Keystone XL pipeline.  This action caused the price of gasoline to rise more than a dollar-per-gallon, with no end in sight.  Also, as a result, he is now begging other countries for foreign oil to replace our inexpensive crude defeating the purpose of world-wide clean air.

 

 

Alternative Energy                Grade: D        Details: Joe has been agog about alternative energy for years, particularly solar and rechargeable sources.  To help Americans, Joe’s administration is offering up to $10,000 for people to purchase electric cars; unfortunately, those e-vehicles cost upwards of $90,000 – far out of the range of the average American who cannot afford food, much less an overly expensive vehicle.

 

 

Build Back Better                  Grade F          Details: This campaign is best described as “goofy.”  He has been relying on this nebulous catch phrase to attempt to rally the country for such inane things as college debts and creating new, higher taxes at a time when the economy is sinking like the Titanic.

 

 

Infrastructure                        Grade D         Details: Joe seems to have a problem conceptually understanding the link between inflation and the value of the dollar.  His infrastructure plan includes child day care, railroad maintenance, and bridge and road repair.  There seems to be an overlap in the bridge and road repair from the Obama administration who supposedly earmarked billions of dollars for those repairs.

 

 

Candor                                   Grade F          Details: Besides having imaginary friends, Joe is happy to invent schools, degrees, accomplishments, and false accusations.  He fabricated a tale about a train conductor he allegedly saw every weekend, a fellow named “Corn Pop,” and his stellar grades from law school; unfortunately, he did not graduate in the top of his class – rather he found himself at the bottom.  He further tried to distance himself from known, confirmed racists such as the late Sen. Robert Byrd, who he personally eulogized.  This is especially disturbing because he enjoys pointing his finger at anyone disagreeing with him and calling them “racist.”

 

 

Athletic Abilities                    Grade D         Details: Joe has publicly demonstrated his athletic abilities on the playground with aplomb during a bicycle ride with his wife and Secret Service Agents; for that he deserves a “C.”  Alas, he fell UP the stairs of Air Force One – three times.  For that, he gets an “F.”  I averaged that out to a “D.”

 

 

Care of Animals                    Grade D-        Details: Upon his inauguration, Joe introduced two German Shepherds he had raised in Delaware as a Senator.  One of those was poorly trained and bit several Secret Service Agents; suddenly the dogs vanished without much explanation.  He now has another German Shepherd puppy.  He should realize that dogs are not items which can simply be disposed of.

 

 

As is evident, Joe has many shortcomings in his life that are not conducive to a strong leader of a once-strong country.  It’s clear he needs remedial attention lest he only make things in America, worse.  It’s time to reevaluate his skills and abilities.

Old Switcheroo

 
This year will mark more than three decades of not digging a shallow grave for my sainted wife.

 

You see, she has so, so many assets to include cooking, shopping, cleaning, helping with Smokey the Cat, and removing stubborn stains from my clothes.  On the other hand, I have many assets as well.  Not cooking, not shopping, not cleaning, not helping with Smokey, and finding those challenging stains for my clothes.

 

As is evident, we make a near-perfect couple.  Until assisting with home projects, that is.

 

Somehow, we moved from a house the size of a matchbox to a comfortable home with numerous bedrooms, several bathrooms, living room, dining room, and sunroom, and garage.  And while this sizeable space would seem to be perfect on the surface, it is deceiving.

 

As I just pointed out, it is sizeable, but whenever we are attempting to tackle home projects, we seem to run out of two critical things: light and patience.

 

Although lousy with windows, it often appears as though we are living inside a cave.  Never enough light to see anything, especially the project-at-hand.

 

The first steps to any project are acquiring necessary parts, important tools, and enough adult beverages to last throughout the project.  But also necessary is an auxiliary light source.

 

Because I realize I’m always short on light I have drop lights, flashlights, and even those headlights with elastic bands that fit around your skull to make you appear as though you’re heading into a coal mine.

 

Several years ago, I purchased a set of three under-the-counter LED low-voltage lights.  It’s a pretty nifty set in that they seem to disappear when installed yet produce enough useable light to perform your kitchen duties.

 

They “disappeared” because I ran the wires through the cupboards and down the wall with clips and strategically place holes.  It is a sweet setup that has been helping us see since their installation.  I opted for LED lights because they are supposed to last 10,000 hours.

 

To preclude you from breaking out the old Bowmar calculator, leaving those LED lights on 24-hours a day, 365 days a year would only be 8,700 hours.  But I digress.

 

A few days ago, these neato lights began flickering – disco-like.  Since I installed them, I knew the problem.  It seems as though Smokey did something to them; if not him, it was my sainted wife.  Case closed.

 

Detective work akin to Lt. Joe Kenda was performed at which time I discovered it was the on/off switch that was the culprit.

 

Because this light set was likely made in the country that brought you COVID-19 – China – I quickly realized why no American store on the East Coast had one. I turned to the internet and found one in a jiffy.

 

These switches were sold in pairs, and cost $1.65 for the pair; shipping on the other hand was $3.64.

 

The package arrived quickly enough, and the swapping procedure began.  Out came the necessary parts, important tools, and enough adult beverages to finish the simple exchange of the faulty switch.

 

I dutifully cut the zip ties that held the wires in place and began to systematically unplug the components to make them easier to reach rather than attempting to work at shoulder level.

 

Without this handy light set available for illumination, I spent some time figuring out who could help me.

 

All those accolades about my sainted wife are true, unfortunately she has trouble holding a flashlight, and I’m not sure why.

 

During previous episodes when I was under the sink repairing the garbage disposal, and running antenna cable for our TV, I fully expected her to hold onto the flashlight which she would IDEALLY point toward the job-at-hand.  Of course, I was wrong.

 

My sainted wife pointing the 
flashlight under the kitchen sink

That powerful flashlight beam was pointed in every imaginable direction including at the neighbor’s house, the bedroom ceiling, beneath a flowerpot, and even her hand which led to a monologue about her upcoming nail appointment.

 

This is where I had to unplug a table lamp from the spare bedroom to continue with this operation.

 

It took longer to replace the tools and lamp after this modest task was completed than it did to actually replace the switch.  But there is a moral to this story:

 

If it doesn’t involve cooking, shopping, cleaning, helping with Smokey the Cat, and removing stubborn stains from clothes, do the job yourself unless you enjoy sleeping on the sofa with the cat.

Get Rid of the “Adults”

 America is currently traversing some very rough waters.  Over the past year we discovered we were being led by a newly-elected president who wound up being a half-wit.

 

During the 2020 Presidential campaign we heard the media twist and massage the Left’s nefarious rants about then-President Donald Trump.  Movie stars, actors, musicians, other politicians, and the average moron climbed aboard the Hate Trump train vilifying the first man in decades to return America to a proud nation.

 

Under Mr. Trump’s term, our nation began heading in a direction not seen for four different administrations – a direction in which our national future appeared to be bright and promising.

 

Even following the racist Obama eight-years, President Trump overcame the bubbling racism spouted by both Barack and his equally anti-White wife, Michelle.  The division between the races could be felt like a curtain of unrest hanging over the United States.

 

With Blacks carrying a deep-seated animosity and a perceived sleight because of their color, professional race pimps seized the opportunity to create havoc out of thin air for the sake of “awareness.”

 

Suddenly everyone seemingly everywhere needed to make people aware of their respective colors, races, sexes, and likes or dislikes.   If some one wanted to be a woman rather than a man, they could with little more than the snap of their fingers, and so on.

 

No matter the issue du jour, it had to be the result of Donald Trump.  Amen.  If you were born Black, it was Trump’s fault; if you were born White, it was Trump’s fault; if you were failing algebra, it was Trump’s fault; if you were wealthy, you and Trump stole that money from the poor and Blacks.

 

And so it went for four-years of President Trump’s term.  Figure in the utterly false accusations of Russia interference, desire for environmental catastrophes, depletion of natural resources, and international detente failures, kept the daily news chock full o’ fake news.

 

In an effort to assist, social media was delighted to oblige the mainstream media in silencing any and all dissent.  That concerted effort was semi-effective toward swaying opinions of the weak minded among us.

 

Not to be left out, our Latino brethren got into the fray by implying long-standing immigration laws were racist, thereby creating a new victim class – just in case we ran out.

 

And then, when the jig was up about the lies regarding Russian collusion, the world was introduced to something called COVID-19.

 

COVID-19 was a newly-discovered flu virus that spread throughout the world.  Likely beginning in a Wuhan, China laboratory, COVID-19 was quickly dubbed a pandemic.

 

The media was at it again, policing every word that was said, printed, or even implied, by President Trump and his administration.  It was easy to do because no one knew anything about COVID-19.  Except Joe Biden’s puppeteers, that is.

 

President Trump’s inherited COVID crisis was met head-on with a brilliant attack plan called Operation Warp Speed.  This effort was coordinated with several pharmaceutical companies to quickly bring about a viable vaccine to save as many lives as possible, as rapidly as possible.

 

This synchronized plan created several practical vaccines.  Unfortunately, Presidential-candidate Joe Biden and his VP-pick Kamala Harris just as quickly publicly denounced the vaccine as dangerous which precluded them from personally taking the shot.

 

That very public display of arrogance and insolence sat deeply with voters who, until this day, refuse to take the stab because Biden and Harris refused to get one. 

 

Leading up to the 2020 elections, Joe Biden bad-mouthed President Trump as a liar, incompetent, racist, divisive, and dangerous for America.  It didn’t matter that President Trump’s stellar economy and international outreach resulted in unbelievable stability across the planet, but also unimaginable wealth generated by common-sense tax cuts.

 

Clearly Americans were tired of their newfound prosperity and allegedly elected Biden, who is said to have received more votes than any other person in the history of American elections.

 

Biden’s rare campaign appearances were limited to vilifying President Trump along with his “mishandling” of the COVID crisis.  These weak campaign showings were apparently enough to drive the populace to opt for a man with limited communication skills and waning mental acuity.  Alas.

 

Literally seconds into his term, Biden proudly signed Executive Order after Executive Order nullifying President Trump’s much-applauded accomplishments.  Oil pipelines, border protections, economic bonanzas, and the like were declared forbidden with the stroke of Biden’s pen.  All these pen strokes were damaging to our national security and economic stability, but what the heck – it erased the last vestiges of Donald Trump.

 

People cheered that “the adults were back in office.”  They were wrong.

 

What America got was the ol’ bait and switch tactic used by smarmy merchants far and wide.  The voters were shown a seasoned politician who could remind them of their long-fondly remembered uncle – kind, soft-spoken, and full of knowledge from the school of hard knocks.

 

What they got was a senile old coot with the inability to read a teleprompter, think on his feet, or even tell the truth.

 

But it’s not the voters I blame for this dumpster fire ruining our once-proud country.

Dr. Jill smartly sporting fishnet stockings

 

Each night, President Joe Biden likely climbs into bed with his wife, Dr. Jill Biden.  She’s not really a “doctor” because she cannot write a prescription for even medical marijuana.  Still she wants to be called “Dr. Jill.”  Uh, huh.

 

If Dr. Jill is so smart she should be able to recognize the severe deficiencies – both mental and physical – suffered by her husband.  Remember President Biden falling up the stairs of Air Force One?

 

In any event, it is clearly Dr. Jill that has a duty to forego her lofty, desirable position of First Lady to change her historical title to Whistle Blower and expose this dangerous façade her husband is foisting upon a once great and revered nation.

 

One dishonest person inside the White House is enough.

Place Your Bets

 Santa Claus was especially good to us this year, bringing all sorts of generous, useful gifts.

 

So it was with great enthusiasm that on December 26^th I headed to the grocery store to score a family-size box of crispy rice cereal.

 

As utilitarian as Santa is, my sainted wife ended up scoring, among other thoughtful gifts, a robot floor cleaner.  Yep, because she wanted one.  And hence the rice cereal.

 

You see, we have permanent custody of Smokey the Cat, a Korat breed kitty, that is chock full of wonderful assets not normally found in cats. One of those special assets is supposed to be a Korat’s lack of shedding or shedding a lot.

Smokey the Cat ready for action

 

Several times a day we police the floors in pursuit of clumps of what appear to be other critters; in fact, those are merely fur sheddings from Smokey.  Mike Lindel may be interested in manufacturing pillows from these bales of errant fur that aren’t supposed to exist.

 

To assist with this regular task my sainted wife pled with Santa for one of those miracle-like sweepers.  Before she made out her Good Girl List she conferred with a neighbor, I’ll call “Tess,” because her name is Tess.

 

Tess extolled the virtues of this one particular brand of floor robot inasmuch as she has one, as well as two dogs and a cat.  In other words, she likely cultivates more pet hair than we do, exponentially.

 

Her praises for this 22^nd Century tool spoke volumes.  Armed with that inside information we forwarded my sainted wife’s list to the North Pole for consideration.

 

Neatly boxed and wrapped, this floor robot arrived on Christmas Day in great shape apparently ready for action.

 

While I was at the grocery store, my sainted wife followed the detailed instructions and began the orientation process, and the scene was not unlike changing uranium rods in a nuclear reactor.

 

She was still mumbling and reading upon my return, attempting to make sense of the additional wireless remote control.

 

Meanwhile, Smokey was busy napping on his cat tree, readying himself for dinner, then another nap before bedtime.

 

I opened the box of cereal and generously sprinkled them about the dining room, living room, and kitchen.  This was going to be the proverbial acid test.

 

After the “green” charging light appeared we knew it was time for the adventures to begin.

 

A quick push of the all-important “middle button” sent this technological marvel into action.  A quiet whirr of the outboard whiskers made it appear as though it was gathering debris from a close proximity with aplomb.

 

Watching this motorized creature wend its way to and fro on the hardwood floor became entertaining if not mesmerizing.

 

Soon it reached the “planted” debris, using its whiskers to gather, then push, the cereal toward its plastic mouth.  This process was so fascinating that we actually began wagering on if and when it would reach our bait cereal.

 

It didn’t take long for Smokey to hear the whirr and waken to examine the goings-on.  Creeping closer and closer he wisely watched rather than stalk this new household tool.

 

Being the inaugural sweeping we all soon tired from the repetitive excitement.  The robot was sent back to its black cradle that serves as its charger.  There, it went into a charging mode, eventually switching to a sleep mode.  The excitement was over, if only temporarily.

 

Tomorrow we will attempt to use the wet mop feature, again betting on speed and cleaning abilities.

 

Smokey ate some hard, crunchy food before going back to his well-deserved nap.  And all was well until the next sweeping episode.

 

Thank you, Tess and Santa.

The Best They Have to Offer

 Vice President Kamala Harris is genuinely hard to describe.

 

She is a lawyer of mixed race, with her father Donald, being Jamaican and her late mother Shyamala Harris being of Indian extraction.

The easily amused Vice President Kamala Harris

 

Harris was born and reared in California and, after a lifetime of public service (Read: Sucking on the guvment teat,) she was elected as President Joseph Robinette Biden’s second-in-command in 2020.

 

Her claim to fame was her super-efficiency in prosecuting drug cases as Attorney General of California, and preceding Senator Barbara Boxer as one of California’s two Senators.  Her two lifetime jobs were lawyer and politician.

 

On paper, Harris is an astounding figure in every field she enters.  Just ask her.

 

While on the vice presidential campaign trail she made several high-profile statements.  One was calling then-VP Biden “a racist,” another appearance including one on a popular radio show.  There, she was engaged by the host’s question about her personally smoking marijuana.

 

“I think it gives a lot of people joy, and we need more joy,” she said during that interview.  When asked if she ever smoked herself, Harris admitted to smoking a joint in college, and used her normal annoying laugh to verbally sidestep her honest answer.

 

Her response was one which should have disqualified her from any federal position, much less one requiring a Top Secret security clearance – the use of illegal drugs.  But she had a way around this imprudence.

 

Alas, her special privilege “trump cards” consisting of Indian and Black races, gender, and interracial marriage, all helped her wade through her cesspool of admissions about past illegalities.  It’s one thing to participate in indiscretions; it’s quite another to put people in prison - punishing others for those same indiscretions.

 

Democrats and Blacks and people of color seemed delighted to vote for “the first” Black woman vice president – damn the critics and evidence.  This was suddenly identity politics.

 

Upon her assuming office January 20, 2021, she hit the ground running with inane trips to Vermont to visit a yarn shop, and most mainstream media staged these trips as if she was impersonating an exhibit in a sideshow.

 

Unlike Vice President Mike Pence, President Donald Trump’s second-in-command, Harris was offered softball questions about her upcoming engagements and expectations of the job.

 

Pence was skewered with national security-related questions and policy decisions over which he had little or no input or control.  Harris, on the other hand, was peppered with gushing remarks concerning her idol-like status as first Black woman VP over which she relished.

 

Such behavior bordered on embarrassing during a time which the national elections’ validity appeared to be in question.  While this sugar-coated banter portrayed Harris and Biden in a soft, favorable light, ignorant politicians like Adam Schiff and Nancy Pelosi continued their vindictive, punitive attacks on Donald Trump and his supporters.

 

That smokescreen was enabled part and parcel by the mainstream media, social media, and late-night “comedians,” all of whom were delighted in their attempt to impeach a past president for lies perpetrated by former presidential candidate Hillary Clinton.

 

Harris’ boss, Joe Biden, was busy shutting down our seemingly endless supply of fossil fuels, and simultaneously opening up our southern border to an endless supply of alien invaders.

 

COVID-19, the flu virus that paralyzed the world in 2019, was now the surrogate child of the Biden Administration.  On Inauguration Day, Biden promised the end of the COVID pandemic with his brilliant plan of wearing N-95 masks and social distancing 6-feet apart.  Of course, this was only a temporary measure to last 100-days.  Period.

 

Nearly a year later we are still wearing masks with medical charlatans spouting misinformation regarding both the cure of COVID flu and its lame prophylaxis as facts.

 

It seems odd that former President Trump was vilified and permanently banned from social media for those exact reasons.  Too bad those reasons don’t now apply.  But I digress.

 

Days after his inauguration, Biden opened the southern borders to any and all who wanted a life in America.  Free food, housing, medical care, schooling, transportation,

cell phones, and the like, were promised to anyone entering the United States illegally.

 

Before long, nearly two-million unskilled, illiterate, needy immigrants poured across the border in hopes of a better life, free from rampant crime and political persecution.

 

American authorities were quickly overwhelmed with uncontrollable throngs of lawless ‘invaders’ who immediately became a burden to our border states and their inhabitants.

 

President Biden placed VP Harris in charge of that crisis.  But it was months before she even stepped into Air Force Two to head south.  In fact, upon arrival, she stepped onto the runway and gave some inane remark before quickly climbing back aboard to leave.

 

She offered a lame excuse why she never approached the border itself: she was soon to travel to deep South America to uncover the “root problem” of this mass migration of illegal entrants.

 

Her phony Latin America trip took her to Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, and Mexico, where she concluded the root cause of that northern migration was lack of money.  She returned to ask for billions of dollars in aid to those countries to prevent further illegal border crossings.

 

It didn’t work or solve anything except to lighten the wallets of hard-working Americans who were footing this asinine Harris scam.

 

During this 2021 Christmas season, Harris is focused on Kwanzaa celebrations.  “As families across the United States light red, black, and green candles of the Kinara this week, our family sends our wishes and blessings for a happy and healthy new year,” she Tweeted.

 

But just weeks prior to Christmas, Harris’ staff largely began a great exodus from her clutches.  With claims of anger, incompetence, and ineptness – with the fingers pointed by Harris herself – her previously loyal cadre seemed eager to escape Kamala’s apparent sinking ship of fools.

 

While appearing on CBS News’ “Face the Nation,” the Vice President was asked “about the one national security threat that keeps her up at night worrying,” according to a New York Post story.

Always one to deflect, Harris offered, “Frankly, one of them is our democracy.”  Sure.

 

This coming from the Democrat Party who tried to destroy America by lying about false evidence from Russia, a possible stolen election, and an impeachment of a duly elected president, proved what most Americans surmised about Kamala Harris:  She’s as stupid as that fake, nervous laugh of hers.

 

I’m certain she was promised this position because she could go down in history as the America’s first Black, woman, Indian president of the United States.  And that she was virtually guaranteed this promise because her boss was too frail and incoherent to finish four-years on-the-job.

 

Her promotion to President was a lead pipe cinch in the making; just don’t create any waves along the way seem to be her instructions to reach that goal.

 

Unfortunately, Harris has been given what appears as a free ride throughout her guvment career and, like that Cocker Spaniel puppy that pees on the living room carpet, she doesn’t know any better.

 

And although her nose has been repeatedly rubbed into the shag carpet, she will continue to do what she wants without punitive measures.  Unfortunately, her dismal approval ratings of 28% should be a good barometer of her performance and likeability.  Maybe not.

 

Perhaps it’s her affirmative action road to the White House, perhaps it’s her false confidence, perhaps it’s her misplaced arrogance or perhaps it’s her laughable ignorance.  But now is the time for a good attitude adjustment and a lesson in how to laugh with sincerity.

Obsessed Army

 “It’s the most wonderful time of year.”

 

That Christmas song lyric and title was penned by the late singer, song writer, and television host, Andy Williams.  The song itself is a fun, upbeat ditty that actually gets stuck inside your head as an earworm, but a catchy, seasonal earworm.

 

Tune your radio dial during the Yule season and I’m certain you will eventually find it and tap your toe to it while you’re humming or singing along.  It, like all other carols, mentions joy, peace, love, friends, unity, Christmas presents, and children.

 

Like it or not, if anything can get you into the ‘Christmas Spirit,’ this happy song will.

 

Imagine climbing into your vehicle to shop for loved ones and you’ll probably still be hearing this song rattle around inside your head.  After locating a precious parking spot to help Santa Claus finish his shopping list, you head into the store only to be met by a military figure.

 

That figure can be a man or woman, usually ringing a hand bell, while normally dressed in a relatively non-descript blue uniform; adjacent thereto will be a red kettle proudly adorned with the logo: Salvation Army.

 

As a small child I recall my Mother dragging into and out of the local A&P market pleading for a ride on the coin-operated automated horse, using my stellar behavior as a bargaining chit.  It often worked unless one of these Salvation Army people was strategically stationed adjacent to the door.

 

That loose change for a ride on a fiberglass Champion would normally go into that red kettle to help the Salvation Army with their mission.

 

My old friend Champion

I stopped begging for one of those valued rides some 60-years ago, actually following my Mom’s footsteps by dropping money – change and folding cash, both – into those kettles ever since.

 

But this year is different. 

 

No, I’m not going back to riding Champion.  Rather, I’m writing this to offer some facts about Salvation Army folks; things are changing at the request of the Salvation Army itself.

 

After many months of national “wokeness,” the weak-minded among us bipeds are jockeying – maybe ‘wrestling’ would be a better term – to try to reach the pinnacle of stupidity and insensitiveness, first.  And the Salvation Army may well be in the lead.

 

When my Mom’s money disappeared into that hole in the cover on the red kettle, I never thought about where it was going, or for what.  Nor did I question her generosity to strangers without fanfare.  Eventually I realized that she was simply doing the “right thing.”

 

And until just recently, I never really cared where that cash went so, I decided to dig into the details.

 

The Salvation Army is an organization of civilian “soldiers” that are supposed to operate on the ‘front line’ of many social matters.  Those matters include “human need wherever, whenever and however we can,” according to their website.

 

Beneath those words appear a series of photos with the words: Volunteer; Donate; Help, Hope and Home; Provide Shelter; Missing Persons; Combat Human Trafficking; Equip Families; Teach Kids; Empower the Arts; Employment Opportunities; Combat Addiction; and Love the Elderly.

 

While those are noble goals they are pretty nebulous and beg for more detail.  And somehow they are financially-driven, and assumedly partially funded by those red kettles.

 

The latest revenue figures available are from 2019; total revenue for the Salvation Army was an amazing $3,863,646,000.  Their revenue costs for that year stand at $407,845,000.

 

That’s a lot of money, both folding and otherwise.  So where does it go?

 

Thanks for asking.

 

It’s Woke 2021, and sheeple around the world have been compliantly lining up to hit themselves on their heads as a sort of punishment for racism and slavery with which they had no involvement.

 

It seems as though the Salvation Army has reached the apex of solving all problems mentioned above including employment, addiction, teaching kids, and providing shelter.  Now it’s time for them to wade into the polluted waters of - yes, you guessed it – racism.

 

Following their United States Army brethren, the Salvation Army feels they have the definitive answer to the question of racial division.  January 8^th and 9^th is expected to witness “The Young Adult Racial Justice Forum,” to be hosted by the Salvation Army Metropolitan Division, Chicago, Illinois.

 

This new and improved Salvation Army appears to be shadowing the U.S. Army in its ardent efforts to gin-up racial division rather than unity.

 

Something sinister seems to be afoot with these two esteemed “armies” driving a wedge between homogenized America’s peoples.  Using event descriptions such as “We believe racial justice is an urgent issue close to the heart of God,” presents a dangerous façade that doesn’t reflect the true state of today’s America.

 

Once again, the narcissists leading the Salvation Army are veering off-course by intentionally driving the racial bus, on which we all ride, off the proverbial cliff. 

 

And not unlike U.S. Army General Mark Milley and U.S. Secretary of Defense Lloyd Austin, the Salvation Army soldiers are being fed the tripe of systemic racism that doesn’t necessarily exist, but garners hateful and divisive feelings from the accused.

 

This year my grocery store change is going toward a donation to a more unifying, needy organization that doesn’t justify intolerance and disruptive feelings by invoking God during the celebration of his Son, Jesus.

 

Unto us a Savior is born.

 

I wish you all a Merry Christmas.