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As far back as last March, when the Tea Party members gathered in Washington to voice their objection to ObamaCare, we all saw the way the liberals choreographed the event in order to make the patriots appear hostile to blacks. It was so simplistic, I assume that either Rahm Emanuel or David Axelrod came up with the plan. It consisted of having only the pinheads from the Black Congressional Caucus enter the House by the front steps while Nancy Pelosi and her white colleagues all snuck in using the tunnel.
I have long been intrigued with the final words uttered by those on their actual or figurative deathbeds. The trouble, of course, is that you never know if the words were spontaneous or rehearsed, whether they were really spoken aloud or were conjured up after the fact by someone who hoped to gain for himself a piece of anonymous immortality by acting as a giving-up-the-ghost writer.
For openers, I don’t like the way we put people on the Supreme Court. I don’t approve of the partisan grandstanding and I don’t like the way the nominees are forced to parse their answers in order to avoid providing the opposition with ammunition. I am not pleased to see Sonia Sotomayor or Elena Kagan sitting on the bench, but I would have voted to approve them. That’s because I believe the president is entitled to appoint whomever he wishes, whether it’s Ruth Bader Ginsburg or Robert Bork. If you’re a conservative, it’s a crying shame that within 18 months, Obama got to name two judges, but it’s time we all learned that elections have consequences, and that only those lunkheads who believe that Kagan and Sotomayor are the same as Roberts and Alito will continue to parrot the mantra that there’s no difference between the two political parties.
Sometimes, political corruption is so blatant, it almost seems like make-believe, like a farce concocted by Billy Wilder or Preston Sturges. Here in Southern California, we have a small, poor, mainly Hispanic community of 40,000 that has managed to put itself on the map in the unlikeliest of ways. Although nearly 20% of its population lives under the poverty level, this community is a shining example of the can-do spirit in action. How else can you explain that it had the highest-paid city officials in the nation?
Now I know how liberals felt 40 years ago when they failed to make the cut on Richard Nixon’s notorious enemies list. Even after reading Townhall magazine’s list of the 100 Americans the Left Hates the Most, and checking it twice, I didn’t find my name mentioned. The ground rules were that you had to be living and you had to be American, which were the reasons, the editors took pains to point out, that Ronald Reagan, William F. Buckley, Mark Steyn and the Pope, weren’t included, but would hardly explain my own absence.
Apparently, one of Obama’s orders to NASA was to reach out to Muslim nations, celebrating them for their contributions to science, math and engineering. So, in short order, we’ve gone from reaching for the moon to reaching for Tehran. I say if we’re going that far back in history, we should also take a moment to thank whomever was responsible for coming up with shoes, because in living memory, the only contribution to science made by the Muslim world was turning human beings into delivery systems for bombs.
I love America, but honesty compels me to admit I used to love it even more. I loved it more when people could admit they were patriots without being called xenophobes. I loved it more when a person could say that nobody should be allowed to sneak into the country without being labeled a racist. I loved it more when one could point out that if people aren’t allowed to profit from a crime, why are the parents of so-called anchor babies the exception?
One of the great mysteries of life is how Democrats have managed to tar Republicans as America’s racists. I mean, unless I’m entirely mistaken about their party affiliation, FDR’s favorite Supreme Court liberal, Hugo Black, and that grand old man of the U.S. Senate, Democrat Robert Byrd, were proud members of the Ku Klux Klan. George Wallace, Orval Faubus, Strom Thurmond and even Theophilus “Bull” Connor, all came to political prominence with a (D) after their name. What’s more, a higher percentage of Republicans than Democrats voted for the Civil Rights Act of 1964.
Clearly, the only people who actually believe that the flotilla that attempted to break the Israeli blockade was on a humanitarian mission are so dumb they’re living proof that a person doesn’t have to be in a coma to be brain-dead. Ever since the Israelis were naïve enough to hand Gaza over to its sworn enemies, Hamas has shown its appreciation by showering them with thousands of missiles. I keep wondering how many more times Israel will cede land for peace before they finally figure things out. Lucy couldn’t pull the football trick on Charley Brown half as many times as the Arabs have conned Israel into believing that their actual demands can be met with mere acreage.
Cinco de Mayo has come and gone for another year, but the stench of political correctness lingers on. By this time, every liberal airhead from San Francisco’s Mayor Gavin Newsome to New York’s Mayor Michael Bloomberg has piled on Arizona’s Governor Brewer. And, although I may have misunderstood them, I’m pretty sure I heard President Obama and Attorney General Holder agree that a large fence should finally be built. Not at our southern border, however, but around Arizona.
