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!
Who Will Get It?
“Not me! No not me! Not never; never certainly. Certainly not. Not me!”
“But… I must.”
So says one honorable…
I am re-posting this because I am still working on the Continuation of the ‘Sinai Field Mission Chronicles‘.
(Great Excuse, eh?) Anyway, some of you ‘newbies’ may not have had the wonderful ‘opportunity’ to have swerved into it. Therefore it is with great humility that I present it once again for your perusal.
Bugs were a huge problem for us in Basra.
There were big bugs, small bugs, flying bugs, crawling bugs, creeping bugs, creepy bugs, sleepy bugs, scary bugs, poisonous bugs, biting bugs, fighting bugs, suicide bomber bugs, and worst of all: No-See’um bugs. (Please don’t get me wrong: I love bugs: Queendom and Spiders)
But every day at precisely 1600hrs:
We all worked in trailers, which passed for ‘Offices’ in Basra and we had A/C Window Units which would suck in the Bugman’s Offerings with vengeance. So everyday, at around 1600hrs, we kept collective ears tuned for the sound of Bugman and his Blower, lest we fail to turn off the A/C’s and become victim to BUGMAN.
The parlance always went like this: The one with the best hearing would announce in a low nonchalant voice:
‘The Bugman.” (almost a whisper, but we were all tuned in to those two words–we certainly did not want to be premature, because of the oppressive heat)
Then scramble to shut down all the A/C units ahead of relentless Bugman (no less than twelve window units), and life would go on, while we sat sweating (Yes, the heat was brutal, but so were the bugs).
“Here I come to savvve the day!!!”