Today’s Daily Lenny is about Uncle Earl, Guv’na of the Great State of Louisiana.
Uncle Earl was nuts; that is why we loved Uncle Earl. Especially us Texans loved Uncle Earl, because he was just like our Governors: Whacked Out. Only wors’er.
Molly spoke about him:
“If Louisiana eventually elects Duke (David Duke) governor, don’t expect any sympathy from Texas. They sent us one of their barmy governors once before—Earl Long, who was Huey’s crazy brother. Earl finally got so bad his own family shipped him off to a nuthouse in Galveston. We kept him for six weeks and then let him go; he looked like a perfectly normal governor to us.”
On Donald Trump! (Kids, this is the audio you need to listen to. Yes, the names have been changed to protect the guilty) Click the little arrow and follow the Orange Hair Road to Perdition.
I throw this in (I already paid for it)
Too tired…but y’all know the thrill drilll… more lenny here:
Y’all need to read her.
I am not bull-shitting; she is…Modern-day-Faulkner.
Just please read
Where ya goin’ with that gun in your hand?
Is it just me, but have we swerved into a New McCarthyism?
OK, let’s take a look:
- Los Angeles Clippers owner Donald Sterling is an idiot, and for all intents and purposes, a racist. I am pretty sure we can all agree on that.
- Adam Silver detailed Sterling’s punishment of a lifetime ban and $2.5 million fine — the “maximum amount” allowed per league guidelines
- I say ‘Bravo’! But we are talking about a man worth probably TWO BILLION. Does he care? Not one whit, in my humble opinion. He can afford to be a racist in America today.
- What about the careers ruined in the Nineteen Fifties by McCarthy, Nixon, and HUAC? These were working people. Actors? yes. Movie Directors? Yes. Writers? Yes. Famous people? Some, but most were… just actors, writers, directors and certainly not Billionaires.
Even today, people lose their jobs over an oft-hand racist remark. Is this justice? Does the punishment fit the crime? In some extreme cases, if chronic, yes it does. But for a one-time remark, should they be ostracized? Should they be forced to wear the Scarlett ‘R”?
Okay, for my purposes, this is enough.
When did we slip back into McCarthyism?
As far as I can glean, this was a personal phone call from an idiot to a… as CNN says, “Girlfriend and Mistress.”
Ok, the man is married. And he has a BFF who happens to be female.
Why should we care?
If one can point the ‘Racist’, the ‘Scarlett’, the ‘Communist’ finger at someone, thus dragging them through the muck, and down in to perdition, on an accusation, then what?
What, and who is next?
People who kick rats?
Or speak ill of rats?
In the privacy of their own homes (personal phone calls)
Fuck with rats?
Or even fuck rats?
How did we get here?
This is political correctness run amok.
Jefferson would weep, and so would Thomas Paine.
There will never be another Jimi Hendrix
(and that, that, is a Goddamn Shame)
In Light of the Recent News of That Asshole Basketball Schmuck Owner…(allegedly)
I bring you Today’s Lenny:
“How to Relax Colored Folks”
(at a party)
Thank You For Visiting My Blog.
Comments always welcomed
–Lance (Proprietor, and Tinker, Tailor, Sailor, Spy)
Lenny makes reference to Paul Robeson
Here he is! Just for fun! What a talent he was!
The Greatest Texan
Who was a Tennessean (Virginian by birth) through no fault of his own
“The secession leaders tell us if war comes that the superior courage of our people with their experience of the use of firearms will enable us to triumph in battle over ten times our number of Northern forces. Never was a more false or absurd statement ever made by designing demagogues. I declare that Civil War is inevitable and near at hand.
When it comes the descendants of the heroes of Lexington and Bunker Hill will be found equal in patriotism, courage, and heroic endurance with the descendents of Cowpens and Yorktown … When the tug of war comes, it will be Greek meeting Greek. Then, oh my fellow countrymen, the fearful conflict will fill our fair land with untold suffering, misfortune, and disaster.”
— Sam Houston with some prescient words on the eve of the Civil War in February, 1861