Category Archives: Scribbles

Vigilantism not racism killed Trayvon

Vigilantism is where the undisputed facts lead, not to the racism that the usual race provacateurs Al, Jesse, Farrakhan, and the New Black Panthers are shrilly insisting upon for their own benefit. Not to mention our phony post-racial president  for his own political reasons.

Not that Trayvon’s assailant Zimmerman couldn’t be a racist. But Z is undeniably a vigilante, and a mixed-race Hispanic, not the white bogeyman of the race provacateurs’ fantasies. Yet the media calls him a “white Hispanic.” That’s like calling the mixed-race Obama a white African American, which they don’t. How long is the conformicrat media going to continue to conspire with Al and his pals in taking us on these fraudulent race rides?

UPDATE:  Turns out the Sanford police had a witness all along, who said Martin (who wasn’t the little boy of the media photos but a 17-year-old football player) was beating Zimmerman when he was shot, which explains why they didn’t arrest the self-styled vigilante—whether they should have is another question.

MORE:  As for Jesse’s shriek that “blacks are under attack,” well, that’s true. But it’s from other blacks:

“Black boys do face a much higher chance than non-blacks that they will be shot…Black males between the ages of 14 and 24 were seven times more likely to die of homicide in 2007 than white and Hispanic males of the same age group combined. But the danger they face comes overwhelmingly from other black males, whose homicide offending rate in the 14 to 24 age category was nearly ten times higher than that of young white and Hispanic males combined.”

Camp Joy

Camp Joy, in Carlyle, Illinois, was my first full-time job, when I was sixteen in the summer of 1960, not counting previous newspaper routes. My Air Force father was stationed at nearby Scott AFB.

At Camp Joy, I taught the compass course and canoeing and ended the summer managing the camp store, selling soda, candy and craft kits.

It was my last hurrah as a Boy Scout, during which I enjoyed camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia and in New Hampshire, and rose to Star rank. At CJ, I was finally inducted into the Order of the Arrow, a service organization, in a cool torch-light ceremony.

Mr. B. is a newbie Tenderfoot who likes the camping but otherwise seems to prefer video games. Pity. I hope his attitude changes. Scout all you can!

A soak-the-rich progressive’s conundrum

When your favorite computer company does this:

“Apple made an aggressive pitch for a corporate tax holiday Monday, stressing that it plans to keep more than $60 billion parked offshore until Congress makes it easier for companies to bring those profits home.”

Heh.

Respect

Too many people aren’t bright enough to respect the machines that have made all our lives infinitely easier, not to mention eliminating the horse- and mule shite that used to clutter the roads. So, even though this snap is intended as a gentle joke, it has more than a bit of good sense to it.

Via Simply Jews.

Jersey’s faux everyman crosses a line

“No conservative or Republican entertainer could escape outrage and condemnation after issuing such a naked appeal to kill anyone by whom they feel victimized, and Springsteen should know that shooting bankers isn’t the solution to the failed promise of the Obama presidency.”

Heh. Especially not when bankers are among Obamalot’s biggest donors.

Tornado memories

As a recovering journalist, my memories of the job come and go, some quite indistinct—like this tornado recollection I left at JD Allen’s place not long ago:

“I ‘chased’ one in the Panhandle one time so the photographer I was working with could get a decent shot of it. He was driving. We were about a mile from the thing and it was very big and very black and moving very fast on the ground. I was very tempted to bail out, but he was driving too fast. Fortunately he took his shot and [we] got the hell out of the way.”

It’s so flat up there, just miles and miles, as someone has said, of miles and miles. But my favorite spot still is Happy, the town without a frown. One grain elevator, though. And a cookbook.

Obamalot’s dwindling approval

Fifty-seven percent of Independents now disapprove of what he’s doing. And their votes are likely to determine the election. They certainly have a lot to be concerned about, as Sarah (yes, that Sarah) outlines:

“…a debt crisis that has us hurtling towards a Greek-style collapse, entitlement programs going bankrupt, a credit downgrade for the first time in our history, a government takeover of the health care industry that makes care more expensive and puts a rationing panel of faceless bureaucrats between you and your doctor (aka a “death panel”), $4 and $5 gas at the pump exacerbated by an anti-drilling agenda that rejects good paying energy sector jobs and makes us more dependent on dangerous foreign regimes,

“a war in Afghanistan that seems unfocused and unending, a global presidential apology tour that’s made us look feeble and ridiculous, a housing market in the tank, the longest streak of high unemployment since World War II, private-sector job creators and industry strangled by burdensome regulations and an out-of-control Obama EPA, an attack on the Constitutional protection of religious liberty,

“an attack on private industry in right-to-work states, crony capitalism run amok in an administration in bed with their favored cronies to the detriment of genuine free market capitalism, green energy pay-to-play kickbacks to Obama campaign donors, and a Justice Department still stonewalling on a bungled operation that armed violent Mexican drug lords and led to the deaths of hundreds of innocent people.”

If only that 57 percent holds until November. Probably won’t, though. I figure most of them voted for him to begin with because of the novelty, i.e., his skin color. They certainly didn’t know much about his radical preferences because big media hid it from them. And none of that has changed.

Plus big media (his court media, after all) will be banging their tin drums for him and against the Republicans just like they did in ’08. Have the Independents figured out yet what shills they are? Gad, I hope so.