When the Rolling Stone devoted a great deal of space to a cocked-up story about a gang rape that took place at a University of Virginia frat house, they had a pretty good idea it never happened. After all, they knew that the reporter had not spoken to anyone but the alleged “victim.” Even the Stone wouldn’t cover a traffic accident without interviewing those involved, the police and any eye witnesses. All of that is covered in the first week of Journalism 101.

However, all the rules are tossed out when the story involves any of the left’s favorite narratives. So if black hooligans riot, it’s reported as if it were an insurrection of slaves in 1850 Mississippi. If a white cop shoots a black thug, it’s reported as if it’s 1950 Mississippi. And if college boys are accused of rape, it’s assumed the rape actually took place, although even government statistics indicate that it’s just about as likely that the sex was consensual and that the coed woke up the next day, entertaining second thoughts.

Keep in mind I’m not diminishing the horror of rape. In fact, I have long proposed that actual rape, along with child abuse, would be a capital offense in a civilized society. That’s because it can never be defended on the grounds that a bank robber was merely trying to support his family, that a teenage car thief couldn’t resist showing off for his girlfriend or a killer was acting in self-defense.

A reader recently asked me why so many people, particularly Republicans, are so reluctant to refer to black-on-white or even black-on-black crime, but will leap at the chance to pretend that white-on-black crime is rampant in America. I replied that white people, politicians in particular, are terrified of being called racists. What makes their concern so peculiar is that no matter what they say or do, blacks and other liberals will always label them as such. As I see it, being someone that Obama, Holder or Sharpton, calls a racist is a commendation. But leave it to craven Republican politicians to worry about people who will never vote for them not voting for them!

Speaking of Democrats, they’re fond of repeating the mantra that all lives matter when expressing their solidarity with the likes of Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown, but suddenly when the victims are those not yet born, they don’t seem to matter quite so much. In fact, to listen to the head of the DNC, Debbie Wasserman-Schultz, they don’t matter at all. As for Barack Obama, he made his own feelings clear when he was still taking up space in the Illinois legislature and voted to legalize the killing of those babies who survived a botched abortion.

I keep receiving messages from my readers insisting that Obama is a Muslim. As proof, they send me photos of him holding up his index finger as a symbol of solidarity with the followers of Islam. Or they’ll explain it’s why he is so reluctant to confront Islamic terrorists or to even call them Islamic.

I have no idea if he’s a Muslim. I don’t even care. How much worse would it make him? I mean, he attended Reverend Wright’s church for 20 years and listened to sermons damning America, white people, Jews and Israel. Would it really have been worse if he’d spent two decades attending services in a Chicago mosque?

Besides, he also refuses to confront Vladimir Putin. He won’t even supply Ukraine with arms so they can defend themselves against Putin’s aggression. Should we take that to mean that Obama was born in Minsk?

What I assume is that he inherited his father’s hatred of white people. Isn’t it enough that Obama despises America and has only contempt for those who gave us a Constitution that never mentioned the redistribution of wealth, and that he openly despises those Judeo-Christian values that inspired the Founding Fathers?

On April 15th, I happened to drive past a church billboard that read: “Thank you, God, that tax day is only one day a year.” If I hadn’t been running late, I would have stopped and pointed out to the resident minister that we live in California, where every day is tax day, thanks to Jerry Brown and his sock puppets in Sacramento.

Because I like to share other people’s observations nearly as much as I do my own, I thought it worthwhile to let you know that Anatole France once advised people to never lend books. “Nobody,” he pointed out, “ever returns them. The only books I have in my own library are those which people lent me.”

Speaking of books, Lily Tomlin once asked: “Why if you read a lot of books, you’re considered well-read, but if you watch a lot of TV, you’re not considered well-viewed?”

Ms. Tomlin also wondered, “Why is it that when we talk to God, we’re said to be praying, but when He talks to us, we’re called schizophrenic?”

And, finally, Anne Lamott observed: “You can safely assume you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do.”

I see her point. For my part, though, inasmuch as that happens to be my criteria for picking my friends, I don’t see why it shouldn’t be the same for my God.