Cinco De Whatever

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Whole  bunch of hoopla concerning “Cinco De Mayo” this week.  Having never personally taking five years of Spanish between high school and college, I am not acutely aware of what this Mexican Holiday represents.  I think it celebrates some kind of Mexican war victory in some south of the border skirmish, but I am not sure.

While clearly no Dieciseis de Septiembre (Mexico Independence day) or Dia de los Muertos (The Day of the dead, another one I clearly do not understand) Cinco De Mayo has, in the United States at least, become something of a Spanish St. Patricks Day or Mexican Oktoberfest.

Now what I really don’t understand is why the City in which I live, fully supports this foreign holiday, and drinks and dinners are half-price, free celebrations all week long in the business district and all this other Cinco De Mayo crap is celebrated.

I’ll lay you six to five, parking is even free downtown.

Memorial Day goes virtually unnoticed with the possible exception of the Indy 500, or when July 4th rolls around and OUR holiday is traditionally observed, no such amenities are offered up.  Why is it in this country, we are always pandering and catering to the foreign element, but when it comes to the home grown American traditions, they go mostly ignored.  Have we been colonized to the point where America is no longer recognizable in the wreckage that used to be our country? That should be enough to heat up the email box again, but I am glad I said it.

Cinco De This

So, once again, I make an honest attempt to bounce it off someone who is saner than I.  I read this post aloud to the wife, she replies:  “Careful, your red neck is showing again” … No blog of the month award here.  But this is how I feel about it.  You see patriotism is no longer ad hoc, it is not cool to be a patriot in America anymore. We are labeled red necks or bigots when we exercise our opinions and they happen to be Pro-American in nature.  We are socially being choked to conform to the norm, someone else’s reality.

We have to be Politically Correct.

Texas A&M University has a contest concerning word applications each year, calling for the most appropriate definition of a contemporary term:  This year’s term was Political Correctness.  The winner wrote:  “Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end.”

I have to agree.

Such is my dilemma this day.  What to do with this bogus, illegal foreign holiday.  Strong in my resolve, I have decided that I am going to quietly celebrate this Cinco De Whatever it is.  I am going to go by Wal-Mart grab me a mean nasty greeter and take him downtown to that new joint that opened up.

Assuming the corner of an old red-brick building, built around the turn of the century.  It was recently opened by a family of Nigerian-African Americans and Illegal Mexicans, joint effort, it is called “Not-cho-Mamas.”  Ample parking around back.

Ambiance aint much but I hear the food is just delightful.

Or I just might skip it all, and wait until the 8th of the month, when all the gay people get together for their annual “Carnality Ball” they have at the Public Farmers Market.  It is somewhat akin to a Cirque-Berserk affair (come to think of it, “holding it in a fruit market” might be totally appropriate).

Step right up, ladies and gentlemen!  Get an eyeful of the world’s greatest assault on decency, the Carnality Ball.  Deviants and debutantes, sinner and saints, exhibitionists of all shapes and sizes will be flocking to Oklahoma City to witness the wonder and spectacle while indulging in their most carnal desires.

This extravaganza of flash and flesh is not for the faint of heart.  $15 in advance, $20 at the door, VIP tickets $50.  Don’t forget your condoms.  And then they wonder why straight people don’t want to hang around with them.  We celebrate all the wrong things in this country; we know the cost of everything, but the value of nothing.

Man, I need some sunshine.

OOO

The Big Lie

From time to time, I have been accused of not being “Politically Correct.”  Which for the record, is just fine with me.  As a child, we are taught values, morals and if lucky, the right procedures to fit into society, that help us to become a successful worthwhile human being.  I would like to think that some of that wore off on me during those years.

In my lifetime it was generally accepted that the mother and father figure would be there for me when I needed them.  Children these days do not have that luxury, many grow up in single parent households; many grow up in households with no father figure at all.  A full 77% of all black babies born in America are from single mothers, fatherless homes.

I can only imagine the nightmarish conditions some kids are living with in a house run by a crack mother or a drug pushing father.  This is the hot bed of a lot of our problems.  The home.  Where the children are placated for hours with television, video games, computers any manner of non-human entertainment and/or educators.  This is where they learn to be the puppets of society and are shaped and formed into our Politically Correct soldiers for the future.

As a child, you wanted to go outside and play, but your mother stopped you at the door and she said, “Take your jacket with you.  It is going to be cold today.” And you instead replied, “Aw, it’s not that bad, I don’t need a jacket.” But she insisted, so you took the jacket.  Later on in the day, the cold front moved in, it snapped off chilly, but you were okay, you had the jacket.

Then later on she takes you to the community swimming pool, gives you the money for the admission and then says, “Now listen, all them blacks, they carry diseases.  If they are swimming in your area of the pool, you get out.  Don’t swim with those black people, you understand me?” And you think to yourself, “that is stupid, but then you say, well, she was right about the jacket.”

Sounds ludicrous I know, but that is the example I chose to use.

We are taught lies from an early age, some of us by our own mother and father,  some of us figure it out and realize it for what it is.  Others, carrying it through our lives and never shed it and even pass these false values onto our own kids later on.

And unfortunately, as disturbing as it may be, that is the way a great many Americans were raised, and as harmful as it is, they do not realize that they are passing it on to their own offspring.

When you sit in your home, in front of your kids and describe people in racial terms, you are passing on the gene to them.  Honkies, Crackers, Red Necks, Dago’s, Spics, Ginnies, Micks, Kikes, Whitey’s, Pendayho’s (sp), Gringo’s all of it.

It is a sickness and you are infecting the very things you love the most, your children, when you use it.  We are far too quick to “label people” in this country anymore.  Part of our national malaise.

Now I know some are going to be quick to tell me that this is just not “PC” (Politically Correct).  That is fine, if you are buying into that.  If you want to spend your life as some kind of governmental mindless drone living in a nation of sheeple.

Unfortunately Political Correctness is a lie.

It is designed for one purpose and one purpose only, to disassemble the tenets of democracy and take this country down.  All of it is based on “political theory” and it designed for one reason only.  The radical feminism, the women’s studies departments in the college campuses across the country, the gay studies, black studies all these things are in essence branches of Critical Theory.

The theory is to criticize.

The theory is that the way to bring down Western culture and the capitalist order is not to lay down an alternative. They explicitly refuse to do that. They say it can’t be done, that we can’t imagine what a free society would look like (their definition of a free society). As long as we’re living under repression – the repression of a capitalistic economic order which creates (in their theory) the Freudian condition, the conditions that Freud describes in individuals of repression – we can’t even imagine it.

What Critical Theory is about is simply criticizing.

It calls for the most destructive criticism possible, in every possible way, designed to bring the current order down.  And, of course, when we hear from the feminists that the whole of society is just out to get women and so on, that kind of criticism is a derivative of Critical Theory. It is all coming from the 1930s, not the 1960s.

The stuff we’ve been hearing about the radical feminism, the women’s studies departments, the gay studies departments, the black studies departments – all these things are branches of Critical Theory. What all this essentially does is draw on both Marx and Freud in the 1930s to create this theory called Critical Theory. The term is ingenious because you’re tempted to ask, “What is the theory?”

We can envision a future, if we can only destroy this existing oppressive order, in which we liberate eros, we liberate libido, in which we have a world of “polymorphous perversity,” in which you can “do you own thing.” And by the way, in that world there will no longer be work, only play. What a wonderful message for the radicals of the mid-60s!

They’re students, they’re baby-boomers, and they’ve grown up never having to worry about anything except eventually having to get a job. “Do your own thing,” …”If it feels good do it,” and “You never have to go to work.” … and my all time favorite … “Make love, not war.”

Really worked out swell didn’t it?

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Big Lie Continued

The Big Lie Part II

So, all of this goes back to the 1930s, it is nothing new, it has for a fact, been around for a long time.  America today is in the throws of the greatest and direst transformation in its history. We are becoming an ideological state, a country with an official state ideology enforced by the power of the state.  If you don’t buy into that, then stop and consider what has gone down concerning Iraq and Afghanistan.

When the weapons of mass destruction were not found, and it was pointed out, it didn’t matter at all.  Under Bush & Cheney Free Speech went out the window also.  Seemingly overnight the right to protest was removed by Bush and you were not allowed (by law) to protest anywhere within five miles of his appearances, all in the name of National Security.  Anyone attend the debate on the Second Amendment to the Constitution?  They are reading your mail, tapping your telephones, what is next?  When we inquire as to what is going on we are given the standard line.

We were told to stay the course and we move on down the road.

Our constitution is being shredded and tossed out the window almost daily.  This is ideology, we don’t care about this, here is our viewpoint, follow us.  Your 200 year old system of values is no longer relevant, we have all the answers.  Work you lousy job, send in your yearly stipend and shut up.

In “hate crimes” we now have people serving jail sentences for political thoughts. And the Congress is now moving to expand that category ever further. Affirmative action is part of it. The terror against anyone who dissents from Political Correctness on campus is part of it. It’s exactly what we have seen happen in Russia, in Germany, in Italy, in China, and now it’s coming here.  Australia is experiencing a real problem with it right now, censorship of the Internet is in full swing down under and freedom of speech (and thought I suppose) is being effectively squelched.

And we don’t recognize it because we call it Political Correctness and laugh it off. The message today is that it’s not funny, it’s here, it’s growing and it will eventually destroy, as it seeks to destroy, everything that we have ever defined as our freedom and our culture.

It is entirely possible to speak your mind and NOT be a bigot.  It is entirely possible to make a point and not be offensive while doing it.  When you openly criticize others in front of your kids, you are effectively crippling them for the future, you are passing this destructive criticism gene onto the next generation.  It is time to start teaching History and Civics’ and get rid of Political Correctness.

If we want to survive.

OOO

Bogus G.O.P. Garbage

mailboxThere seems to be this under-current circulating thru America that if you involve yourself in political causes, that it will increase your brain power.  As we listen to the candidates and think about what is being said, the brain processes the information, which in turn grows neural connections.

At least that is the way I understand it.

If you watched the presidential debates, your brain got as much exercise as it would have working a math problem.  Especially if you cared which candidate won.  They say the greater the levels of emotion or commitment further enhance the brain processes.

What a week!  I just trashed another “I hate Jane Fonda Report” why is it people in this country cannot forgive?  Sure she made mistakes, but who hasn’t, why is it some forty years later, we are still trying to kick her A** around?  Isn’t it time to bury the hatchet and move on.

I also continue to receive a lot of negative stuff on Mr. Obama too.

News Flash!  The election is over, see if you can somehow visualize that concept and place that between your ears people.  It is over, it is time to move on, you people are kicking the wrong dog.

For the most part, you are now in the minority, like it or not.  Give it up.  It amazes me how popular the guy really is, I don’t ever remember in history a guy being so dog-gone popular (In my recorded history that is) and being hated so much at the same time.  Here is a small sample of the drivel that comes in.

The message starts out with Greetings:

As I reflect on 2008, I can say we had a great year: Blacks are happy; Obama was elected. Whites are happy, OJ is in jail. Democrats are happy; George Bush is leaving office.  Republicans are happy: Democrats will finally quit saying George Bush stole the election.  And all of us are so happy; The election is finally over!

I think 2009 will be even better: Immediately after his inauguration, Obama will balance the budget, revive the economy, solve the real estate problem, solve the auto industry problem, solve our gas/alternative energy problem, stop the fires and mudslides in California, ban hurricanes and tornadoes, stop identity theft, reverse global warming, find Osama, solve the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, get rid of corruption in government and achieve world peace .

Then on the 7th day, He will rest.

My best wishes to you for 2009.  Remember, however: “The government cannot give to anyone anything that it does not first take from someone else.”    (Brother Phil)

The government cannot give to anyone anything that it does not first take from someone else.” I mean gee whiz, if you are going to quote someone, at least have the decency to say who it was … My guess is Andrew Jackson on this one.

No one, Obama or otherwise could accomplish all of those stated goals during one presidential term, it is laughable to think so, and blatantly unfair to imply that it is even possible.

Of the fifteen listed goals I would be personally thankful if he accomplished one or two, to tell you the truth.  While we are so busy kicking the wrong dog, I would be thankful if the government of the United States worked one week or one lousy day on a level that was not dysfunctional.

I am tiring of all these email critics, who send out this drivel, written by some ignorant fool and then passed on by someone who evidently shares the same short-sighted view of the world, which makes them what?

[Fill in the blank]

Bottling up your feelings I understand is actually a useful strategy for getting over a traumatic event in your life (the loss of your favorite hamster or Congressional seat).  Sitting down to just undermine someone who hasn’t even had a chance to start, is moronic and lame.  Evidently for some people pushing away memories of an awful experience (losing a national election) is more therapeutic than talking it out.

One thing for sure, Brother Phil where-ever he is, isn’t growing very many neural connections these days, he seems to be regressing.  So here it is, like my wife says, “not sugar coated.”

“If you really do have my best wishes at heart, stop sending me crap like this.  Stop passing it around to your family and friends.”

Now if you excuse me, I have other rats to kill.  Like  …  Calling that truck guy and tell him we have another load of Republican horse-manure ready for the Home & Garden Center.”

Send this to all your family and friends Brother Phil.

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Only In America

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My wife is Chinese, she was born in Taipei, Taiwan and moved to the United States in 1973.  When she came to this country she did NOT speak one word of English.  She spoke what I called “Pigeon English” a word here and there, this and that, but nothing that was fluent.  She learned English the hard way, sitting in the living room and watching Sesame Street with our boys, Big Bird and the Letters.

Over the years she has become quite fluent in the language, she taught herself to read, learned “Hooked on Phonics” and has computer programs to hone and increase her word skills.  She speaks a total of five different dialectics.

In other words, “she knows Karate and a whole bunch of other Chinese words! I am immensely proud of her … Like the commercials are fond of saying …. “Baby, you’ve come a long ways.”  By the way, she says “English is easy … You just make it up as you go along!

So don’t give me this guff about Mexicans not being able to pick it up, or some Cuban that has lived in Miami for 25 years and needs an interrupter on the news in order to be understood.  It is all crap, if you want to live in this country, and you want to blend in, you learn English.

It is not our problem because you are too lazy to try and we should not have to print it up for you so you can get by.  Now I realize this isn’t making me any friends, but hear me out.

Cup Cake is also a U.S. Naturalized Citizen and she votes.  She went through the entire process, history, politics’, took the test, swore the oath and was indoctrinated into the American way of life, and the day we went down and watched her swear in, was one of the best days of my life.

Many a night we spent at the kitchen table with the books, learning what it is to be an American.  The Constitution The Legislative Branch, Congress, the fifty-states … All of it, one day at a time.

On one family vacation years ago, we found ourselves in San Francisco, California.  Before the oil whores shut us down we were able to take the boys and leave Oklahoma during the summer and show them the finer things in America.  One summer we were in San Francisco, and we spent the afternoon in Golden Gate Park.  They have a fantastic zoo there, aquarium, Japanese Tea Garden; you can get lost there, spend the entire day and never see it all.

As it is with most families around lunch time we started to get hungry.

I spied a Hot Dog stand and suggested that we all get a dog and some cokes.  We trotted over there, and when we got up to the stand I noticed a “oriental looking” guy behind the counter who appeared to be in charge.  Cup Cake looked up at him and in English said, “We would like four hot dogs and three cokes, one Dr. Pepper.”

Then something I consider very strange happened.

The operator of the hot dog stand (what we refer privately refer to as “cousins”) said to her in Chinese … ##@#!~%%*# (I don’t speak Chinese sorry) … and repeated the order back to her in that language.  So Cup Cake said back to him, in English, “Yes, three dogs, three cokes, and one Dr. Pepper.”

Again the cousin says to her ##@#!~%%*#- ##@#!- and she says, “Yeah right, everything on them.”  He then says, ##@#!~%%*# she again, answers in English.  The order is then filled; we retire to a couple of benches to enjoy our lunch.  While we are sitting there I look at her and say, “Baby, can I ask you something?

So she says to me, “Yeah?

I noticed when you were ordering all that, and the cousin answered you in Chinese, you always answered him back in English.  Why did you do that?

She smiled that smile that I have grown very accustomed to and said, “This is America, WE speak English, he can speak English too.

Home grown and proud, that’s my girl.  Believe it or not … You have a choice in the matter.  It is still fashionable to be an American in this country.  Just ask my wife, she’ll gladly tell you.

Only In America

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Deep Currents

When Mr. Obama took the election and the country by storm, I sat in my living room and quietly celebrated with the rest of America. Not being a big fan of crowds, I stayed in the comfort of my home and in my own way, celebrated the victory. In Chicago I understand they had throngs of upwards of 125,000 people waving American Flags and singing the National Anthem. It was truly a day for celebration, happiness, joy, call it what you want.

White people wept, black people wept, people of “all colors” shed a tear for Mr. Obama and I suppose for this great country that we all share.

The consciousness has been raised, a validation that is long overdue, has been registered in the soul of the populace. The grandsons and granddaughters of slaves, laborers, soldiers that helped build this great nation, came of age in one sweeping moment of history. People in this country, now have a distinct feeling of “being equal” with the election of this man, and they rightly should.

One reader of this page, said that something to me this week that resonated and stirred my spirit.  He said, “I don’t always agree with your opinions, but I read your stuff, because you make me think about things.”

Folks been telling me all week, what they don’t like about me, so this evening, I decided to give them a dose of their own medicine.  As usual, the comments section is open, those of your that are spiteful can go there right now, the rest I hope will stay and hear me out.

Now here it comes, this is the part where I don’t make a lot of friends, something that I seem to be very good at here lately. One thing that disturbs me about all this is the “Afro-American” tag. I don’t believe in it, I don’t support it, and I for one, think it is wrong. Very wrong. If you are born in St. Louis, Kansas City, Dallas or Memphis, then sorry, you aint “Afro-Anything.”

You are a American.

To some this is perhaps a shocking thought or a revelation, but that is the simple truth of it. There is (in my opinion) no other explanation for it, it is flat out wrong. It is also wrong, dead wrong, to actually believe that you are “entitled” to some kind of compensation from the government because your ancestors were forcibly brought over here and abused. It was not right, and that is not an issue, but to ask to be paid for it, is ludicrous.

It is also just another decisive issue in the fabric of this country. Now before you get your hackles up and send me all kind of hate mail and poorly written invectives, think about it. Look at your history (black history) look how far you have come. You have a distinct and viewable path of victories, winning strategies, suffering, and lofty accomplish as a “race of people.” This is something I as a white guy, do not have. I am from a long string of Germans who came over here, dropped the “Schmidt” and adopted the “Smith” and then blended in.

That is it.

I get a lot of guff about people being raped, houses being burned, this and that, all the atrocity inflicted on the black race, and I am sympathetic to a point. But let me ask you, does it do any good to rehash it all over and over?  And no, I am not willing to debate the issue here or otherwise.

The truth is, (and you are not going to like this either) “You as a black person don’t have the market cornered on racism, bad news, or hard times.” The world is full of it. Instead of basking in your glory, a lot of black people want to keep digging up a dead horse to see if it smells bad. Racism in this country will NEVER END until parties on BOTH SIDES OF THE FENCE change their internal thinking.

One thing that would help is to drop this hyphenated crap.

Let’s get real with this. Mr. Obama got elected precisely because he was black, not despite it. So now the honeymoon is in full swing and people are rejoicing all across the width and breadth of this great land. Someone this week actually suggested in the comments section that Baracks House should become the new National Anthem. How dumb is that?

What happens when the glow of all this dims, and it will, all honeymoon’s have to come to a conclusion, it is a fact of life. America’s problems will remain intractable if people don’t change their attitudes and lifestyles. I got a good taste of it this past week, and as always with racial discrimination and racist attitudes, it left a sour taste in my mouth. As it should, it is a sore on the face of humanity and should be eradicated.

With an illegitimacy rate of 70 percent, a huge gap in educational achievements, and literally millions of black men locked down in our prisons, we want to sit around and groan about whether or not “his mother-in-law” is going to live in the White house? Give me a break. At least here, we have a man willing to stay home and take care of his family.

If and I know that is a big word, but “if” Mr. Obama isn’t able to get the country behind him, I am afraid he will leave it just about the way he found it.  And that is sad, because I too want to see a change, a real change, in the country I love.

A friend of mine is fond of saying “K.I.S.S.” (Keep It Simple Stupid) he isn’t all that fond of long articles. So I will close this off. If this civil rights paradigm is truly dead in this country, then Black Americans can no longer see themselves as “victims” in their role of society. You want to stop racism in this country, then you turn off the television, you get out a book and you teach your child how to read. You don’t sit back and bitch about a Black Man moving his “family” into a home, as I have pointed out, at least he is at home.  Life is a series of problems and possibilities and not just a long list of grievances.

We’re All God’s Children …. Change … real change … Starts in the heart.

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