Monday, March 16, 2015
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Three grandparents
When I was quite a small child I didn't know who everyone in the family was. I thought I had three grandparents, courtesy of my mother: Bubbe, Zayde, and Rosie.
Rosie was my grandmother's helper; what used to be called a"maid" or "girl" in polite society. In short, Rosie was a black servant. The fact that I have never mentioned her astonishes me. Must be racism. Of course.
My memory tells me that Rosie was at my grandparents' house every day. She and Bubbe were always working. I can't believe the ordinary household required so much housework, but they always seemed to be busy doing something. In those days, dishes were washed by hand. And laundry was done on a machine with a wringer. The wet wash --remember that expressions?==was wrung out by the wringer and then carried up the basement steps and hung on the clothesline. When it dried it was brought inside, trundled down to the basement again, where most of it had to be ironed. The only items that did not have to be ironed were underwear, as I recalled.
And then there was kashrut, a form of organizing food and dishware and pots and pans which Rosie had not learned growing up in Savannah, GA. She understood it very well by the time I knew her. A novice could not work in a kosher environment; it was too complex. The kosher housewife needed someone who understand how a kosher kitchen worked. It governed almost everything that went on in the household where food was concerned.
On special occasions, known as Spring cleaning, carpets were taken out to the back yard and hung over the clothesline, where the dust was beaten out of them with a carpet beater. The curtains were taken down and stretched on huge stretchers that looked like a bed of nails. Everything was out of its proper place and children needed to disappear or be scolded for getting in the way.
I loved Rosie, She was not too busy to tell me stories about growing up in Savannah, a place I always longed to visit. I finally went there when I was in my 30's and loved it. And she told me about her husband, who was named Blue, the only man I ever heard of with that name. Rosie governed by threats. Little girls who did not behave would be locked in dark closets. And if we were not careful, we would get shot by needles which Uncle Moe carried in his doctor's bag. I was so frightened of Uncle Moe, one of the gentlest of men, that I hid under the dining room table when he was expected. No wonder I grew up to be crazy!
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Some sage words for Congress and the President...
from Oliver Cromwell:
You have sat too long for any good you have been doing lately... Depart, I say; and let us have done with you. In the name of God, go!
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Monday, March 09, 2015
Equal opportunity fleecing
Ruth Marcus appears to believe that legalized thievery by police and local government is something that only affects minorities. She is oh so wrong. They will steal from anyone regardless of race, color, or creed.
Her column is very informative and deserves to be read in full. However, she appears to believe that it is more wrong to cheat and mistreat a poor person than a wealthy one. Wrong again. Justice is supposed to be blind. It isn't okay, or more okay, to maltreat a rich citizen under color of law than a poor one.
Governments exist to serve us, not to ensure a revenue stream so that government employees can achieve respectable incomes, good health care, and adequate pensions. The police are employed to keep the peace and defend citizens from malefactors, and this is what I believe they do, for the most part.
We need to be sensitive to the abuse of power by elected and non-elected government employees. It is one of the flaws in our system and leads to disrespect for the lawful authorities and widespread corruption.
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Friday, March 06, 2015
I won't be supporting Jeb Bush
He seems like a nice enough guy, as was his father, as was his brother.
A lot of what he says makes sense, but when he gets on the topic of "11 million immigrants" for whom there are "no plans," I get up and leave the room.
A politician is someone, who when he sees something, anything, for which there are "no plans," feels the need to run up a plan on his handy-dandy Singer sewing machine. If he sees a chicken crossing the road, he has to come up with a plan to either help the chicken cross the road or prevent it from doing so. Or to bring it back safely. Chickens, undocumented immigrants, the principle is the same. Do something.. Pass a law. Create an agency, with its own headquarters building, an executive director with an assistant director -and two administrative assistants and a gardener. Anything but leave the chicken to make his own plans.
We don't have to make laws for these undocumented folks now on our shores. They will either stay, leave, or die. The idea is to prevent any more from coming in and deport the ones behaving criminally. Time will take care of the rest.
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Anti-Semitism on campus
This is all you need to know about the topic.
Are American Jews welcome on college campuses? Yes, if they are self-hating Jews.
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Sunday, February 22, 2015
Kissing up to Delaware Muslims
Evoking memories of racist Southern sheriffs hunting black people with vicious, snarling dogs and fire hoses, Governor Markell has met with local Muslims to deliver this message: "We love and respect you, and please forgive any future incidents in which we might be mean to you, act violent, or hurt your feelings. We apologize in advance, just in case."
As far as I know, no-one is disturbing the Muslims of Delaware. So the Governor is pro-actively meeting with them, in case some future Delaware resident frowns at one of them or asks a Muslim why he/she is wearing something funny-looking on his or her head.
I have not read any news bulletins about Governor Markell meeting with Chinese American residents of Delaware, deeply regretting the absence of chopsticks in local eating places and assuring them that we all know they are patriotic even though they don't eat with knives and forks.
Why doesn't he find something constructive to do, like sorting his sock drawer, or solving crossword puzzles?
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Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Bad ideas never die
A state Department Spokeslady has come up with an idea that is so old that it had whiskers on it during the Roosevelt Administration.. Every twenty or thirty years some bright young undergraduate hauls this out of the storeroom of discredited ideas, blows off the dust, and presents it as the solution for whatever ails society: terrorism, domestic violence, poverty, or lack of on-street parking.
Here it is, straight from the unicorn factory floor: “We cannot win this war by killing them. We cannot kill our way out of
this war,” Harf said. “We need, in the longer term — medium and longer
term — to go after the root cause..."
These fine young fellows need jobs! Perhaps we can open up some new slaughterhouses--halal of course--to provide them with gainful employment.
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Monday, February 02, 2015
Don't try this with the IRS...
unless you're Al Sharpton.
I know people on the very edge of poverty who owe trivial amounts of money to the IRS. The IRS makes their daily existence a living hell.
How come the Rev Al isn't running around looking over his shoulder in fear of the tax man? Could it be because of his friendship with Barry the gum-chewing President?
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Sunday, February 01, 2015
This new Pope...
I'm not a Catholic, but there is only one pope, and he is kind of public property. I take a proprietary interest in the holder of the title. I have misgivings about this new pope. Where in the world did he go to Pope school? I mean these fellows, like them or not, are supposed to be serious, scholarly chaps, no? Ahead of their classmates? Noted for erudition, wisdom, and getting along with the other kids?
So what's the new incumbent doing, sounding off about people "breeding like rabbits"? For some reason, this offends me. I only have two children, so I'm not guilty of over-populating the world, but what if I were? Just as some people's terrorists can be other people's freedom fighters, some people's over-productive rabbits might be other people's Easter bunnies. And didn't I read somewhere that God believes we humans should be fruitful and multiply?
Just which of the Buckley clan, brothers and sisters of the famed William F, would the Pope consider unnecessary to human happiness? How about the Kennedys? Are there any of them the Pope could do without?
Maybe the Pope needs a public relations consultant. Or some duct tape.
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Saturday, January 31, 2015
Our new best friends, the Taliban, are not terrorists...
Oh heavens no. So what do you call it when they murder three Americans? A friendly dispute? A hissy fit? Agreeing to disagree?
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Friday, January 30, 2015
Boris Johnson explains terrorists' motive
It's all about sex. It's as good an explanation as any.
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Wednesday, January 28, 2015
An offensive e-mail leads to lawsuit
Whatever ever happened to freedom of speech?
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Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Fidel Castro does not trust the United States
Well, fancy that!
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Saturday, January 17, 2015
Some stupid ideas, beloved among the American people
Chicken Little & Friends--also known as the Mainstream Media--are terribly worried about anti-Muslim backlash.
It used to be that the media would at least wait a day before sweeping the latest victims of Muslim terrorism into the trash to refocus on the looming “anti-Muslim backlash” that never actually comes.
The increase in Muslim terrorism however has made it risky for the media to wait that long. 24 hours after a brutal Muslim terrorist attack, there might be another brutal Muslim terrorist attack which will completely crowd out the stories of Muslims worrying about the backlash to the latest Muslim atrocity.
Some bad ideas just will not die but are beloved by the American people. Here's a partial list:
The idea that Che Guevara is glamorous and heroic; part B of this idea is the notion that Fidel Castro is a hero, despite his 30 some years of unrelieved thuggery.
The idea that unnamed and unidentified people are putting razor blades and poison in Halloween candy.
The totally unsupported notion that Obama is intelligent. I am not privy to conspiracy theories about his birth. O was born in the USA, all right. Thousands, if not millions of stupid people are born in the US, including him.
The idea that Islam is a religion of peace; the corollary, that if we just show these villains and murderers love and understanding, they will like us and treat us right.
The idea that religious creeds are not susceptible to political pressure. Tell that to the Mormons, who found it prudent to abandon their beliefs in multiple marriage after these were proved not to play in Peoria.
Meanwhile, can we abandon the notion that Islam is a religion of peace? These people have been getting on our nerves since the Presidency of Thomas Jefferson. Remember the shores of Tripoli? We took care of them then, now lets roll up our sleeves and teach them a badly needed lesson.
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Wednesday, January 14, 2015
If you have tears,
prepare to shed them now.
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Thursday, January 08, 2015
Celebrate Andrew Jackson!
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Saturday, January 03, 2015
Pollce "strike"
Police prefer the low-hanging fruit. Examples: You and me. It's only rational for cops to arrest old ladies who won't give them any lip for speeding on an otherwise empty highway; it's a whole lot safer for them. Trying to intervene in a crime being committed by a young strong black man is likely to get someone hurt.
I will concede that the murder of two innocent patrolmen was a heinous crime. I will further admit that the grand juries in both Ferguson and New York did their duty as specified by law, and that Al Sharpton et al are a disgrace to the good name of rabble-rousers who have brought a lot of grief to the body politic.
So the police in New York City are withholding their services. They are not "on strike" because striking is illegal. They are showing up for work but not doing anything. They will be out there, neglecting their duties. So, you will no longer have your car towed if you stay overtime in a parking spot--bliss!
There is a downside to this, though. New York will become like San Francisco, a place where the homeless use public fountains as toilets, panhandle aggressively, and menace harmless pedestrians with their threatening demeanor. The squeegee men will be back, offering their unwanted attentions to motorists. This will return the quality of life to the pre-Giulani area, while the New York Times laments the ungovernablity of the city and demands smaller classroom and higher pay for teachers in order to attack the "root causes" of crime. Tourists will flee and businesses will struggle.
I think we need to rethink what we want from policing. Are the police a source of revenue, like bingo games in church meeting rooms? Or are they employed to protect the public?
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