Conversation’s from TrumpLand

As friends, we often meet for breakfast. We’ve enjoyed many wonderful discussions about numerous and various things. Recently our breakfast conversation turned to the oft taboo subject of Racism and White Privilege.

He stated without hesitation, and I agreed: Black People, Latino’s, Latina’s, Hispanics, Asians, Homosexuals, Mentally ill, and the Handicapped; none of them chose to be born that way. Nature did it to them.

“Oppression just for being born! That is mean, prejudicial, discriminatory, and just plain wrong!” He ranted. “No! It’s Evil to hold someone’s very birth right against them! Who would do that? Only an ignorant racist prejudiced asshole!”

“Absolutely, you nailed it.” I replied, “How could anyone disagree with that?” Not surprisingly at all, we didn’t agree for long. He always has more to say.

“There’s only one kind of Racist in America, and that’s White People.” He went on, “I saw a video the youtube that explains at all. It’s impossible for other races to be racist. Only you White people have the Systemic and Social Advantages of being White. Except you,” He continued, “the straight white male, that kind of  whiteness makes the worst kind of racist.”

“Oh Really?” I inquired, “Where’s that video from do you know who made it?

“Man, Everybody knows.” He explained, “It’s all over the Media, hell man…thousands of College campus’ are teaching it all over the country.  The Straight White Male exploits his Privilege to far.”

That explains why the cable TVs shut off, my phone bills behind and ate that bowl of Ramen for dinner? I thought as I asked, “Please pass the salt?”  Nodding toward the shaker on his side of the table. You’d think he’d said enough, but he wasn’t done.

Handing me the shaker of salt, He said; “No other human – ONLY YOU GUYS – You’re all such dickheads.” I was eating and nodding but thinking, look who you’re talking to! You know me. I am nothing like that!  You’re so full of it, you don’t see yourself at all. “Are you being ridiculous or …”

He cut me off and with a stone cold serious look on face, looked me dead in the eye and said, “You could have chosen to be born Gay, or Black, or Hispanic or some other minority. But NO…, you RAPED your own poor Mother’s ovaries impregnating her and forcing her to birth another Straight White Male into the world.”

I could have punched him! But, like many soldiers with an ex-wife, I’m a graduate of 100 hours of government-approved Anger Management Training. So I just focussed on my breathing. Inhale deeply through the nose out exhale fully out through the mouth.

He just kept yapping, “No one else in history has treated their mothers in this way. The White Male hatred and bigotry is clear! They’re all vile and ought to be held accountable.”

Taking a deep breath I said; “I hear what you are saying and I don’t appreciate, alright. Please don’t say another word about my Mom. That’s a pretty twisted perspective you’ve got.” With a smile I insisted, “And the choice you say I had, to be born this way… White male and not gay. That was God’s, not mine. But I am glad he didn’t make me a fag though.”

“Stop deflecting.” My friend said, “I am not talking about you. I’m talking about the advantages of being born a straight white male. Some people do exploit it! And that is inconsiderate.” He continued, “The rest of the world is struggling and they have no choice. Only you guys. You could still choose to be gay.”

“Wait a minute.” I calmly injected, “Didn’t you just tell me that gay people are born that way, without fault of their own? How can I choose to be born over again? It’s too late. I am already born.”

“You can’t be born again, but you can decide to be gay and be reborn.” He smirked, “If you weren’t such jerk.”  For a second I felt like such a fool having another breakfast with him.



Between you and me, dear Reader. I’ve known for some time that my friend can’t hear me. He can’t hear anything that doesn’t confirm his preconceived notions. But to set the record straight; I always thought he believed what he was saying. Sadly, after this breakfast, it’s obvious that he doesn’t hear or listen to himself.

I think his behavior very much resembles hypocrisy and racism. But what do I know? Maybe I’m the hypocrite? After all, he was paying for breakfast. Thankfully we moved on to other subjects. I mostly ate, just nodding my head now and again, until the meal was through and we said goodbye.

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edit 7/23/2017


No Expiration Date


Future Marines take Oath of Enlistment

Thoughts of an Old Soldier:

Like these young people featured in the picture above, I swore an oath once. It, like their’s, includes the phrase: “protect and defend against all enemies foreign and domestic.” My Oath includes no expiration date. At least not to my knowledge and I didn’t hear one in theirs. Near as I can tell, I am never free of the obligation I swore. That reality has prompted reading the US Constitution. After all, I swore an oath of allegiance to it. I have read it dozens of times. You might say I’ve studied the document. Sometimes I carry a copy in my pocket.

My study involves thought and dictionary and encyclopedias and other sources of research material. I chose what to read and determined what I believe on my own. I used only the power of my own intellect. Without the aid of a liberal Harvard or UC Berkely professor to tell me how, why, and what to think. They base the truth of their understandings on wishes and mountains of case law. Case Law is a record of the attacks they’ve mounted or inspired on the law of the land. Often with the intention to alter the meaning and intent of the plain English words organized in the document known as US Constitution and Bill of Rights.

Those professors and legal minds suggest the rubes we call the founding fathers did not really know what they were trying to say and they said it so long ago who could really apply such concepts to the world today. They argue that words don’t mean what they clearly, and obviously mean. These legal magicians work their magic of persuasion on the Courts. Fortunately for those opinions, the courts are presided over by their fellow, though more Elite, like minded magical legal minds. Together they argue and debate – aka conspire – against or ‘for’ the US Constitution.

Finally, they reach an agreement. A new understanding. A more agreeable way of comprehending the – living breathing US Constitution. The truth is re-determined and deemed legal. Sadly, their magic only works against the “traditional” conceptions of truth and the written words. No persuasion will ever get the originally intended intent to be original enough to again have influence. The original intent is dead. Now it’s case law. Legal trickery and manipulative debate practiced and rehearsed to become convincingly persuasive, by future magicians, in the MOOT courts of America’s most prestigious learning institutions.

Don’t believe it?

Visit Harvard Law Schools youtube page. Watch a few hours of MOOT court, where these magicians practice, improve, inspire, and test their magic legal wordsmithing skills. You won’t find this per say but close enough. Student Lawyer: Your Honor, 174 years ago the court ruled it was improper… and again in New Hampshire v Truth …. and finally, as recently as 1931 The court ruled… And that is why Mr. Jones has every right to get away with this crime. Judge: Good argument but not quite good enough to usurp the US Constitution, how do I get around the “make no law” clause. Maybe adding this or this, or maybe that; your argument would be strong enough to convince me? Look into that and come back and try again later.

Case Law is destroying truth and the US Constitution.

That bothersome phrase in the first amendment of the US Constitution; something to the effect of, “Congress shall make no law.” They’ve successfully argued it’s illegal to pray a Christian prayer in the classroom – saying the state can’t force prayer, it interferes with the public education, and is grossly unfair to those non-religious students forced to witness it. It’s been ruled proper and constitutional to outlaw such behavior. Educated Harvard type Lawyer’s then comprehended, “Make No Law” to read “make more and many laws.” They’ve convinced themselves and some of us also believed them. And then they went back to court and successfully argued – public classrooms must allow Muslim students time to pray every couple hours. Claiming such a law or mandate protects religious freedom.

They’ve convinced themselves forcing one group to remain silent is legal and righteous while simultaneously protecting another group’s right to freely exercise the banned behavior of the first group – religious prayer in public classrooms. And people believe them.

But is the true meaning of the freedom described in the first amendment; You people can but you people can’t? Certainly, a reader will point out to me how wrong my understanding is. To them a reminder.

I have already explained I could not afford your liberal educational indoctrination. My opinions are based on the schooling America used to afford its young people. Along with headlines and arguments held in public civil discourse, thousands of magazines articles, newspapers reports, 100’s of books, review of endless legislations, and other materials read or viewed or a 50 year lifetime. In essence, the experience of a life lived, reveals my understanding. I may yet remain ignorant, but I am not stupid.

I have not been brainwashed or indoctrinated again, since leaving the US Army. That is probably why I still love and believe in America, my country. The home of the free and the brave. A heads up to the Educational elites, Progressives, Liberals, Democrat, RINO’s, Republicans, Islamists, Jihadists, Anarchists, Communists, Socialist, Fascists, Racist’s and Nazis trying to further squash America’s freedoms. You may not expect to see more bravery in the land of the Free – but quite likely more bravery will soon be visible in the public arena.
Seeing & hearing stuff like the rantings of LaRaza, BAMN, Antifa, and the Islamic Sharia preachings of Linda Sarsour and her ilk it’s clear to me. There are enemies within the USA borders. The Media and government say that thought makes me a racist and anti-religious freedom. That there’s a lot of bullshit.

I’m old fat and out of shape but the blood of a once young combat medic turned drive on airborne infantryman leading the way with death from above; still, pumps through my aging heart. Ever since I stepped through the door and swore that oath.

I, _____, do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God.” (Title 10, US Code; Act of 5 May 1960 replacing the wording first adopted in 1789, with amendment effective 5 October 1962).

You tell me when does it expire? I don’t think it does.

And that’s a serious problem for me today, in the Summer of 2017. America, our Constitution, and way of life are under attack from enemies within. Those enemies have existed for years and I stayed semi-silent hoping our leaders who correct the problems. Now it’s clear, they’ve infiltrated our government and bureaucracies at every level. No one I know wants bloodshed or civil war. But voting hasn’t changed things, nor has letters, emails, or phone calls to those elected representatives of “we the people.” The campaign of words and meme’s on social media is of no help at all. In fact, social media only fuels our divisions.

Please, someone, tell me what more can be done to avoid an inevitable clash?

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$100 Words And Blow



Charles Blow on Wikipedia

I recently read a Charles Blow opinion piece published in the New York Times. His skill with a thesaurus was quite obvious. But for all the $100 words a comprehensible message absconded detection.


Amazingly Blow’s highly paid to spew confusion and his credentials display impeccably on Wikipedia.

To be a writer of political opinion and commentary. Worthy to be published in the newspapers. Shaping and informing opinion. Getting that money, that fame, that recognition. How does one become an opinion maker in the big apple?

Internet rumors suggest affiliations with a government alphabet agency is quite helpful for the up and coming and the icons. Whatever the requirements, Charles Blow’s writing prowess indicates clearly;  written communication skills are not too important.

All swallowing pride aside – not withstanding the privilege of magna cum laude and degrees in mass communication – How does one who communicates so poorly with the written word, prove worthy of being a voice in the New York Times? Could it be, perhaps, the editors convinced themselves Mr. Blow is just wicked smarter to explain away any perceptions of his opinions resembling nonsensical dribble?

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US Army Grit

Before writing on the topic of Grit, I thought it wise to look up the definition of the word. As soon as read the definition on google search –  grit: noun 1) small, loose particles of stone –  I had my story. 

While serving in the US Army, I received 14 days extra duty as punishment for being late to work one too many times. In the Army extra duty comes without extra pay but it has unforeseen value.

On the first day of extra duty, the Sergeant tasked me with sweeping the area my platoon was responsible for in the motor pool. The motor pool, where the vehicles are kept, was about a football field sized concrete pad enclosed by a chain link fence. A 3-foot wide patch of gravel and rocks ran along the ground on the interior perimeter of the fence. Vehicle parking stalls were parcelled along the east and west fence line.

To complete the task, I pulled each of the vehicle’s forward and swept the empty stalls. Pushing the loose gravel and dirt into the three-foot wide patch of gravel and rocks at the rear of the stalls. My Sergeant was very pleased with the sweeping but he did not want any small rocks in our area of the motor pool. So, my next extra duty task was to remove all rocks smaller than a silver dollar, from that gravel patch and place those small rocks into the gravel patch behind another platoons row of vehicles. This is certainly not a task I will not forget. By the time it was done, I’d moved a dozen or so wheelbarrows of small rocks to the appointed place. My Sergeant was very pleased with the finished project.

The next day, the Platoon Sergeant responsible for the area I’d placed the small rocks, saw what I’d done and he was very displeased.  So unhappy that he complained to my Sergeant, saying; “I want those piss-ant small rocks out of my Area, Immediately!” My next extra duty task was to remove all the small rocks from that area and to pile them at the Northern end of the motor pool, a place where there were no vehicle stalls. Ironically, that area belonged to the company First Sergeant.

The next day I found out, someone had forgotten to inform the Sergeants that the First Sergeant’s area was to be kept free of all rocks smaller than a silver dollar. And in addition, the Company Commander wanted all the small rocks evenly distributed along the fence line in a three-foot wide patch, behind each platoon’s vehicles. So, you probably guessed it, my next extra duty task was to evenly distribute the small rocks accordingly.

For me, fourteen days of extra duty was no pleasure cruise. My hands were sore, blistered, and my back ached like hell. It was hard work, and I felt it was unfair that I received no extra pay. But, since that extra duty experience, I have always strived to arrive 15 minutes before I am scheduled to be somewhere.

As a civilian, years later, I arrived about 20 minutes early for a job interview. Upon arrival, I learned my interview would be conducted immediately. The person scheduled before me was late. By the end of the interview, the job was mine.  Very happily I left the office to go home and give my wife the news. As I did, I passed the tardy applicant being informed the position had been filled. One never really, fully knows the lesson presently being learned.  I promise you the lesson I learned from that unpaid extra duty has brought value in my life. I don’t know if that equates to grit, by that’s my story.