The Modern Tower of Babel
Today, we have the one overlooking the East River called the UN Building.
When non-believers came together in Genesis to erect a tower that would reach Heaven, God decided He didn’t like the idea of their trying to find a shortcut to His front door. He retaliated by scattering them and “confounding their speech,” so they couldn’t talk to each other and hatch any new stupid plans.
Today, in place of that Tower, we have the one overlooking the East River called the UN Building. Thanks to translators, they can communicate with one another, but their speech might as well be garbled because they are fools, filled with hubris and ill-will, representing nations that are controlled by dictators of one stripe or another. In the main, they would identify as Socialists.
That makes sense because Karl Marx, as usual, was all wet. It is Socialism, not Religion, that is the real opiate of the masses.
Writing in The New American, Duke Pesta makes the point that what separated Christianity from Judaism in the beginning is that, whereas in the Old Testament, God make a covenant with the Jews as a group, in the New Testament, God dealt with people as individuals.
Speaking for myself, I very much prefer being judged and held accountable as an individual.
My problem with Christianity is that I balk at the notion of someone — anyone — dying for my sins. Especially 2,000 years before I’ve even had a chance to commit any.
Dr. Anthony Fauci, America’s self-anointed medical mascot, declared: “For me to think about quitting is so completely out of the realm of reality that there isn’t a chance in the world that I would do that.”
I’m sure there are millions of people who take heart from those words. Those would be people in their 80s who are terrible at their job but still managing to hang on, perhaps because they’ve sworn to sue over ageism if anyone tries to send them out to pasture.
Democrats keep pushing for lockdowns, masks and social distancing, claiming they’re merely following the dictates of science.
However when a three-month study of 5,000 people in Denmark showed there was no difference in the number of Covid cases between the half wearing masks and those going around barefaced, Fauci and the rest of our experts chose to ignore the results.
I know that there are those who believe the Supreme Court was derelict in its duties by not overturning the results of a tainted election, but I’m not one of them. All along, I felt it was the duty of the state legislatures and if they didn’t see fit to do it since it’s in their hands that the Founders placed presidential elections, we were stuck with the unfortunate results.
However, the Court did come down on the side of the First Amendment when it came to religious rights being denied by Governors Cuomo, Newsom, Pritzker and others.
As Gorsuch summed up the 5-4 decision: “Even if the Constitution has taken a holiday during the pandemic, it cannot become a sabbatical. Courts must resume applying the Free Exercise Clause. We may not shelter in place when the Constitution is under attack.”
Antonin Scalia couldn’t have said it better. And thanks to the recent addition of Amy Coney Barrett to the Court, Gorsuch, unlike Scalia, who had to deal with Ruth Bader Ginsburg, was speaking for the majority.
Arthur Lourea sent along a meme that asked the reasonable question “If Trump is a hatemongering man like the media constantly claims, why aren’t his followers the ones killing cops, destroying property, looting stores and assaulting innocent bystanders?”
When a reader felt I was being a little harsh on the youngsters who are busy parroting the lies of Black Lives Matter and promoting what they’ve been told is the Utopia of a Socialist world, I let him know that ignorance is not a defense. Too often when cooler, brighter, minds attempt to share facts with the young squirts, their response is to shout them down and bury them in insults that call into question not only their intelligence, but their morals and their very humanity.
I’m long past feeling pity for America’s younger generation. They are forging their own chains, and they deserve to be shackled by their false gods.
When I listed the racial and sexual characteristics required in order to be appointed to Joe Biden’s cabinet, Kent Boom reminded me that Charles Munger, Warren Buffet’s partner at Berkshire Hathaway, said that they were hiring based on the strengths that their employees would bring to the company. They were not looking to pick people based on their gender, race, color and creed. He concluded with “We are not trying to fill the Ark.”
Stephen Hanover reacted to my mentioning that when certain men say they want to get into a woman’s pants, they mean it literally.
He said it reminded him of an old Playboy cartoon showing a fat, bald guy wearing high heels and women’s lingerie, getting dressed in front of a full-length mirror, while singing “Don we now our gay apparel….”
It reminded me of how times have changed. Today, in response to the cartoon, gays would point out that they’re not to be confused with transvestites, and most transvestites would deny that they’re homosexuals. For their part, transgenders would take strong exception to transvestites being called trannies since the terminally bewildered now own the copyright on that peculiar term.
Just in case you thought that Judge Emmet Sullivan, the egotistical despot who refused to let go of Michael Flynn even after the prosecution joined the defense in calling for his freedom, was an aberration, rest assured he’s not. Even though we keep hearing about the hundreds of Conservative judges that President Trump and Mitch McConnell have seated on the federal bench, there are plenty of holdovers from previous administrations, including the 12 years of presidents named Bush, to gum up the works.
Take U.S. District Judge William Orrick III. Please! A longtime foe of President Trump, he oversaw a $2.7 million judgment against investigative journalist David Daleiden, who had secretly taped conversations with officials at Planned Parenthood, exposing the fact that the abortion mill was selling baby parts.
However the jurors may have felt, their hands and hearts were tied by Judge Orrick’s instructions that they could only consider what Mr. Daleiden knew for certain prior to his investigation, not if what he recorded confirmed his worst suspicions.
In other words, did he or did he not secretly tape the conversations, period? They could not consider what the conversations disclosed.
A Catch-22 if I’ve ever heard of one.
Apparently, the fact that the San Francisco-based Orrick has very close ties to the organization and has served on the board of Planned Parenthood didn’t require that he recuse himself from the case.
Such is the sordid, squalid state of our legal system these days.
I keep hearing that dogs with their magical noses can even sniff out cancers. If true, it makes me wonder if they know it’s something bad or if it just smells interesting to them.
The way that municipalities are quick to dole out millions of dollars to the families of any thug shot for any reason by a police officer reminds me of the way that Yasser Arafat used to pay the families of suicide bombers $25,000.
I wonder how many single mothers in the black community look at the young louts lying on the couch watching cartoons and wishing they’d go outside and get themselves shot.
Ralph Barnett, who likes to live dangerously, sent in the following joke.
Fred Smith’s cardiologist, Dr. Silverstein, broke the news that his patient only had only six more months to live.
After he got over his initial shock, Smith asked his doctor if he had any suggestions on how he should spend those six months.
“Have you ever been married?”
“No,” Fred answered, “do you think I should?”
“It might be a good idea. You can use someone to help look after you.”
“That’s a good point.”
“One more suggestion,” offered Dr. Silverstein. “It might be a good idea to marry a Jewish woman.”
“Why is that?”
“It’ll make the six months seem a lot longer.”
I’m only the messenger, ladies. But, speaking from experience, those six months could indeed seem like six years.
