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The list of sexual predators just keeps growing. The TV personality Charlie Rose is the latest casualty of what we might as well call Weinsteingate, eight women having come forward to accuse him of groping them and making obscene phone calls.
Frankly, I’m surprised. It’s not because I’ve been a fan of his. I would only come across him occasionally. He was just one of those people, sort of like Larry King, who has had a career for no readily discernible reason, but who has been around for so many years, you couldn’t help being aware of his somber presence.
His voice and demeanor always struck me as being vaguely inhuman. It was as if one of those huge stone heads on Easter Island had been magically granted the ability to speak. It was obvious that he expected to be taken seriously. Far too seriously for my taste.
One of the upsides of the scandal is that even liberals are now claiming two decades too late that Bill Clinton should have probably resigned. If nothing else, it confirmed that the Clintons are as passé as the Borgias. Even the likes of Sen. Dianne Feinstein and Sen. Kirsten Gillibrand are now shoveling dirt on their coffins, and the grief-stricken Mrs. Feinstein, being Jewish, is home, the mirrors turned to the wall, sitting Shiva.
It’s too little and too late, and I can guarantee that if Hillary had been elected a year ago, no Democrat would dare utter a negative word about her creepy husband. But at least I feel vindicated. Back in the ‘90s, when Clinton was impeached, and the Democrats weren’t quite as enamored of Ken Starr as they are of Robert Mueller, I had a number of arguments with people who insisted that Clinton’s sexual improprieties didn’t reach the level of a high crime or misdemeanor. “It’s just sex,” they would say, dismissing even the charge of rape as much ado about nothing.
I even heard some of the pinheads argue that all of sophisticated Europe, especially the French, were laughing at us prudish, uptight Americans. I confess that in response, I made some very insulting, but perfectly valid, comments about the French. But I also pointed out Clinton wasn’t in hot water because of hanky-panky but because he had committed perjury by lying to a grand jury investigating Paula Jones’ allegations that while he was governor of Arkansas, Clinton had sexually assaulted her.
It eventually cost him a $750,000 fine and his license to practice law in Arkansas. But, alas, he was the president, so, unlike you or I, his perjury conviction didn’t land his sorry ass in the hoosegow.
And of course, throughout the whole mess, his loyal wife, the self-proclaimed champion of women, was busy trashing her husband’s victims, calling them floozies, liars and participants in a vast right-wing conspiracy. In the meantime, his political henchman, James Carville, characterized the ladies as poor white trash whose sexual favors could be obtained by dragging a hundred dollar bill through a trailer park. Actually, it was a little too easy to picture Carville doing exactly that, especially if he could get someone else to pony up the c-note.
Perhaps the most pathetic part of it all is that left-wing women, like the members of NOW, were willing to circle the wagons around Clinton for no better reason than that he favored abortions on demand. What I have always found particularly puzzling is that liberal females never seem to question the motives of left-wing politicians who want to see Planned Parenthood fully funded by the federal government. Doesn’t it ever occur to them that the politicians are merely looking to protect themselves from those inevitable paternity suits?
The head of the Strategic Air Command, U.S. Air Force General John Hyten recently announced he would resist an illegal call for a nuclear strike by President Trump. He didn’t explain what would constitute an illegal order, but it’s my understanding that a member of the military, even a general with a mighty fancy title, doesn’t have the authority to determine what is or isn’t an illegal order made by the commander-in-chief.
Frankly, I don’t know why Hyten hasn’t been relieved of his command. There’s no question in my mind that Harry Truman would have wasted no time busting him down in rank for insubordination before removing him from the service with a greatly reduced pension.
As bleak as the world often seems, occasionally a silver lining will suddenly appear. It seems that no sooner was I bemoaning Germany’s re-election of Angela Merkel than she received a wake-up call I could only fantasize about. It seems that because of the way the vote was split, she has been trying for weeks to cobble together a coalition the way that Bibi Netanyahu is often compelled to do in Israel. But unlike Bibi, she has failed. It appears that her open-door policy where Muslims are concerned has bled her of support among those Germans who have retained their sanity, and who realize that in the face of a soaring rape and murder rate, being politically correct isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Moreover, in Zimbabwe, it appears that time has finally run out for the blood-thirsty 92-year-old Robert Mugabe, who has been running the country for 30 years and appeared to be setting up Mrs. Mugabe to run it for the next 30 until the military decided it could do a better job.
Rumor has it that Mr. Mugabe will be moving to America and that he plans to run for mayor of Detroit.
Until I was recently reminded, I had forgotten that it was George W. Bush who removed North Korea from the State Department’s list of state sponsors of terrorism. Once you get past the fact that number 43 kept Al Gore and John Kerry out of the White House, it grows increasingly difficult to recall anything of a positive nature that the man actually accomplished during his eight-year tenure.
God finally got around to doing what the state of California refused to do decades ago; namely, removing Charlie Manson from the face of the earth.
On orders from the freak, his “family” of barbarians butchered several people. One of whom was actress Sharon Tate, whom I had only recently met. She seemed like a very nice, sweet woman. The fact that she was eight months pregnant only added to the savagery of the senseless slaughter. But the liberals running California, including the members of the state Supreme Court, deemed that capital punishment was inhumane, and so Manson got to live out his four score and four years.
I know that some people have described liberalism as a mental disorder. But it’s far worse than that because such maladies can sometimes be cured. Liberalism is an immoral political philosophy that inevitably sympathizes more with the criminal than with the victim, and that places the demands of the shirkers above the rights of the workers, and the concerns of non-citizens above those of the native-born.
The perverted irony of Charlie Manson’s life is that his ultimate mission was to foment a race war in America, and although he wasn’t able to convince anyone that the murders were committed by the Black Panthers, he lived long enough to see Barack Obama succeed where he had failed.
When the Oakland Raiders played a game against the New England Patriots south of the border, Marshawn Lynch of the Raiders stood respectfully for Mexico’s national anthem but took a knee when ours was performed.
Apparently, the fact that 100,000 Mexicans have been murdered in recent years, mainly by the drug lords, and that Mexico has a history of bias where blacks are concerned cut no ice with the ignoramus.
The question that quickly pops to mind is why Mr. Lynch continues to grace America with his presence. He could easily afford to commute from Acapulco or even Mexico City for the practices and the games. But, then, that is a question I put to every black in America who thinks life in this country is a steady diet of bigotry and murderous cops. All over the world, people are seeking ways to flee their oppressors, even though it often entails crossing mountains, deserts and oceans.
But American blacks who have easy access to Canada and Mexico all seem to stay put, preferring to gripe about their alleged hardships rather than to do anything to escape them.
I confess I am at a loss to understand why so many prominent men seem to enjoy grabbing the breast or behind of a woman who hasn’t indicated a desire to be grabbed. For the man, there can’t be any real sexual gratification in the act. The only motive I can imagine can be as an act of humiliation; a symbolic display of power over an unwilling victim; of a master over a slave. After all, there are plenty of women available who have made a career out of allowing men to grab whatever portion of their anatomy they like. For a price.
I assume these men feel entitled because fame, fortune and political influence aren’t sufficient to boost their obvious sense of inadequacy. It so happens I feel much the same way about so-called big-game hunters who go off to Africa and bring back animal heads as trophies. To me, an animal head on a wall sends the same message as Al Franken’s selfie of groping Leeann Tweeden while she was asleep. It’s nothing to brag about, unless, of course, you killed the lion with your bare hands.
That is why I was disgusted when President Trump announced he was lifting the ban on ivory being imported into this country. Apparently, he had been persuaded by his sons, whose sense of entitlement extended to believing they had an inalienable right to murder animals they have no intention of eating.
Fortunately, the blowback from the public was enough to make the president reconsider his rash decision. I realize Trump has good reason to be upset with the likes of Susan Collins, John McCain and Lisa Murkowski, but that would hardly justify allowing anyone to slaughter the GOP’s gallant symbol, the noble elephant.