Liar, Liar

In September 2017, United States Air Force Academy Superintendant Lt. Gen. Jay Silveria made a fiery speech to USAF Academy students, berating them about their racial prejudice.

Just hours before that general lacing-out, an African-American student was targeted by racist thugs.  Lt. Gen. Silveria spoke about the “power of diversity,” and further expressed his outrage that people of different races couldn’t get along.  That’s the good news.

“If you can't treat someone from another race or different color skin with dignity and respect, then you need to get out,” he said.

The bad news is that it was all a hoax.  The punch line is that the only one not being able to get along was the African-American hoaxer.

But this is not an isolated incident.

Tawana Brawley, also an African-American, claimed sexual assault and berating by six white men.  This late 1980’s attack – also deemed a hoax – involved prominent figures to include Al Sharpton and C. Vernon Mason, also African-American.

She was eventually sued by a white man she falsely accused and lost the lawsuit.

The Duke Lacrosse Team was similarly charged with raping an African-American woman who was a student at North Carolina Central University, and who worked as a stripper, dancer and escort.

Alas, she too hoaxed America in this national interest case that ruined the lives of several team players.

Then in January 2016, three African-American University at Albany – SUNY students, accused a dozen white men and women.  Their claim was that racial slurs were used against the three women.

This time, this hoax triggered protests that resulted in several of the innocent accused leaving the school and distancing themselves from social media as a result of threats.

Not to be outdone, a Kansas State University student reported racist slurs on his car.  This African-American man defaced his own vehicle because he allegedly started this as a sick prank that “got out of hand.”

The student eventually apologized, but not before the damage was done.  Meetings were called to discuss the racist environment on KSU campus.

Let us not forget the Eastern Michigan University case where an African-American man spray painted racist graffiti targeting blacks.  This October 2017, case was also found to be a hoax.

Not limited to stupid students, a Petersburg, Virginia City Attorney made phony racist calls to himself, in 2016, threatening other city workers and leaders – to include himself – from a phone that was purchased at his request.  Yes, another hoax. 

And so it goes.  Mentally ill people are trying to become celebrated victims of seemingly non-violent crimes.  However, protests, riots, ill-feelings, distrust, and disruption of personal lives are the result of such malicious behavior.

The little boy who cried wolf is alive and well.  No one believed him when a real wolf approached the town.

I’m just saying…

We’ve Got This

Since the holidays are nigh I thought this would be an appropriate time to wade into good news territory.  I like to keep things upbeat by shunning bad news and focusing on positives in life.

 Unfortunately, there is so much negativity in today’s world, I am forced to point out what I feel is the obviously inane.

But getting back to the holidays, I am pleased to report that our local Tallmart is really on top of things; that is satisfying, to me.

Prepping for Thanksgiving Day dinner, Christmas gatherings, and New Year’s Eve parties, had me and my sainted wife shopping for necessities.

We traditionally make decorations, crafts, bake our own goods, and even grow some of our own produce and organic herbs.

This dictates packaging a la homemade wood working, painting, paper crafting, and canning, for the effective distribution of safe gifts for our closest friends and associates.

Tallmart seemed to be the one-stop-shopping place for most, if not all, our supply needs.

We handily located the spray paint, aerosol whipped cream, and some craft adhesive, along with an assortment of food stuffs and festive paper goods.

Not Craft Adhesive

 At the checkout, the apparent Tallmart mastermind suddenly reached a scanning roadblock.  The first item that scanned, but insisted on more intrusive information, was the red spray paint. 

A glance behind our cart at the nine other impatient gum-snapping, camouflage-clad fellow shoppers – all yakking on their unaffordable cellular phones – began giving us the ol’ stinkeye.

“I need to see your ID,” was the demand of the cashier to me.

This is where I need to point out that although I am a spitting image of Tom Selleck, I don't look anywhere near the age of a minor.  You see, in the People’s Republic of Maryland, consumers must be at least 21 years-old to purchase spray paint.

As a kid, I used literally gallons of spray paint to customize my well-used bicycles, in an effort to both confuse my pals into thinking I got a new bike, or amaze them with my impressive painting skills.  Neither happened.

Still, I passed my driver’s license to the Tallmart cashier who gave me the “OK” to purchase this legal product.

It seems as though too many nitwits in Maryland attempt to get a quick, cheap high by huffing spray paint.  Clearly, this carding effort was nipping this epidemic in the bud by making me fumble around for my state-issued ID.

Next on the conveyor belt was the aerosol whipped cream.  Once again, the cash register demanded the cashier check for age appropriateness.  Now it was my turn to exercise some civil disobedience.

“That’s not mine,” I asserted.  “It belongs to her,” I said, motioning to my sainted wife.

 Now she, too, was giving me the stinkeye, grumbling under her minty-fresh breath about killing me.

After opening her red wallet to prove to the cashier she was not my much-desired teenaged au pair, we moved on to the glue.  You know the rest of the story.

But the point of all this is that while creating an overburden on honest citizens buying legitimate, legal items, this same state doesn’t see much of an epidemic with marijuana.  In fact, the authorities are ardently attempting to legalize weed because feel they’re fighting a losing battle.

Evidently the whipped cream scourge I well under control in Maryland.

Sumpin’s wrong.  Elect new bodies with better ideas.  And Happy Thanksgiving!

SHHHHHHH!!!

It was 2:36 AM on the alarm clock.  Those red numerals indicated to me I should be sleeping.  Rather I was awake with my mind racing toward a non-existent finish line.

Often these times in mid-night I begin my conscious time with an earworm.  An earworm is that song that rattles around your cranium and can’t be shaken.

But last night was different.

Just as with pretty much else we’ve been programmed to believe, movie stars and starlets, athletes, and everyday talk show hosts, have felt compelled to give America their opinions.

So it was last night that I spent my waking time wondering what Chelsea Handler and George Clooney thought about the goings-on in our country.  Yeah, sure.

Not George Clooney

After all, Clooney is a television-turned-movie actor who can’t seem to grasp the concept of a free election.  He seems to think the Hollywood elite should vote – much as for vacuous awards already given to his fellow pretenders – for our politicians.  This way, Clooney and his ilk would be assured no one with clear vision and the truth would ever be representing people like me.

Handler is, well, a not-funny comedienne who recently quit her job with Netflix to become more socially active.  She’s another show biz kook who presumes to know more about America’s needs than America itself.  She wants to whine until President Trump resigns.

Of course, that is not the way our representative republic works.  All this verve now gives those unemployed stars and has-beens a cause.  Half-baked singers and comedy writers are canceling what regular work they have just to work for what they term “social matters.”  Yeah!

For your information, the claim to fame for most of those chomping-at-the-bit Hollywood narcissists is the fact they likely slept their way to their once-famous roles.  That fact does not give them the right to lecture or dictate anything to me.

Still, they feel the need to help me make my decisions about who should be elected to public office.

Clooney and his verbose buddies are meaningless to me, and hold no sway with me.  This makes it timely to tell those know-it-all media whores to cease and desist. 

Their opinions are theirs and theirs alone.  Unfortunately, too many weak-minded fellow Americans are easily influenced by these desperate wanna-bes.

Here’s the rub: the day Clooney and Handler, and Rosie and Whoopie and Joyce, and all those late night hosts call to ask me about my thoughts, I’ll begin to listen to them.

Otherwise, please sit your unimportant butts down and shut up.  Thanks.