R.I.P. Sears

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A great epitaph for an old friend.

Monday’s announcement that Sears would file for bankruptcy and close 142 stores came as little surprise to anyone who has followed the retail giant’s collapse in recent years. Still, the news inspired a wave of nostalgia for a company that sold an ideal of middle-class life to generations of Americans.

A lesser-known aspect of Sears’ 125-year history, however, is how the company revolutionized rural black southerners’ shopping patterns in the late 19th century, subverting racial hierarchies by allowing them to make purchases by mail or over the phone and avoid the blatant racism that they faced at small country stores.

“What most people don’t know is just how radical the catalog was in the era of Jim Crow,” Louis Hyman, an associate professor of history at Cornell University, wrote in a Twitter thread that was shared over 7,000 times Monday after the news of Sears’ demise. By allowing African Americans in southern states to avoid price-gouging and condescending treatment at their local stores, he wrote, the catalog “undermined white supremacy in the rural South.” (…)

[T]he catalog format allowed for anonymity, ensuring that black and white customers would be treated the same way.

“This gives African Americans in the southeast some degree of autonomy, some degree of secrecy,” unofficial Sears historian Jerry Hancock told the Stuff You Missed in History Class podcast in December 2016. “Now they can buy the same thing that anybody else can buy. And all they have to do is order it from this catalog. They don’t have to deal with racist merchants in town and those types of things.”

Read the whole thing. Sears wasn’t perfect in this matter, but it was better than most in that era.

Too bad it was never able to adapt to the 21st century.

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Every now and then, the Left tells you what its ultimate goal is.

I’ve said for some time that Leftism’s success requires the earth’s rapid depopulation and that nearly all the Left’s advocacy is geared toward that end: radical feminism — which tends to alienate men and women from each other; homosexual and transsexual indoctrination of the very young; and, of course, abortion.

These advocacies are necessary for the depopulation goal because the Left’s old methods — used by Mao, Stalin, Hitler, King Leopold of Belgium, Pol Pot, etc. — were too alarming. Such methods have a tendency to energize the opposition, that is, those who would forcefully object to, say, being forcibly relocated to a G.U.L.A.G. and their allies. The new methods are much more insidious.

The special thing about Bill Gates’ notion that there are too many people in Africa is his lack of self-awareness and historical perspective. Has Gates — a prime mover of the Organized Left — been too busy storing up his treasures here on earth all this time to even have a cursory awareness of the Trans-Saharan Slave Trade, The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade, or the European Colonization of Africa?

I bet that he does know about these events and their implications. That’s the sickening part.

Here in the United States, it is well-known that Planned Parenthood has long had a huge presence in black neighborhoods — the better to entice black women into committing a form of suicide. (Yes, that’s what we have been doing.) My guess is that Gates and those whom he represents dream of a day when the organization can have a similar footprint across the water.

If that happens, I’d say that Margaret Sanger would be smiling were she still here. It’s a safe bet that nothing could make her smile now, though. Hell, no.

I’d call this the latest in Leftist mob action.

(Thanks to Ace)

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Chicks on the Right blog documents one of the most pathetic public displays within memory.

As new Justice Brett Kavanaugh was being sworn into the Supreme Court, there were protesters outside, pounding on the Supreme Court doors. MSM media covered that they were pounding on the doors. But they didn’t actually cover how crazy it truly was.

In a quick private ceremony with no media invited, Kavanaugh was sworn in by Chief Justice John Roberts and retired Justice Anthony Kennedy who he is replacing, as his wife, Ashley held the bible and his children were by their side. Roberts administered the Constitutional Oath and Kennedy administered the Judicial Oath. (…)

[Anti-Kavanaugh Protesters] broke through a police line, storming the doors, cult-chanting, “our courts.”

But then they lose it completely. Here they are, hysterically screaming to “shut it down,” pounding, kicking and actually clawing at the 13-ton Supreme Court solid bronze doors, trying to get in.

There are several videos at the link and they are extremely entertaining, if you don’t think about what preceded it or what this type of mass temper tantrum portends.

Our representation in congress tried — and succeeded — in smearing a man to deny him a seat on the High Court. He was still sworn in but, as we’ve seen many, many times in the past, all it takes for a lie to be believed by a significant portion of the population is continuous repetition. Leftists figured this out a long time ago.

Add to several players (accuser, female lawyer, and others I don’t feel like looking up) to a planned smear campaign and what do you get? The death of a man’s reputation.

Justice Clarence Thomas called it a high-tech lynching all those years ago when the same tactic was used on him and that is exactly what it is — the stringing up of a man’s name. We’ve see how long the effects of the one against him have lasted.

Such efforts are nearly Emmett Till-ian in their destructiveness.

Speaking of Emmett Till, several others have pointed out that 14-year-old Till was murdered because a woman lied about him.

When this type of lie is believed, mobs form. Mobs are, by nature, demonic, and, therefore, composed of nutbags. They are Legion.

Those harridans clawing at the High Court doors are the spiritual children of those who murdered Till and those who freed his murderers.

No wonder they are crazy.

Will they outdo themselves if (when) the midterm election is successful for the Republican Party?

I look forward to finding out — from a distance. Those creatures are dangerous.

RELATED: The Kavanaugh Witches vs the Kavanaugh Prayers and the Inconsolable Rage of the Left

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For fans of the Star Trek franchise, the Borg collective was one of the most terrifying villains: a machine collective that forcibly assimilated individuals and civilizations with the goal of achieving perfection — with perfection being the full integration of all knowledge, culture, etc., everything that is contained within individuals and within singular societies. A mixture of man [sic] and machine with a centralized consciousness.

And the complete obliteration of free will.

The Borg motto: Resistance is Futile.

Each individual becomes a part of the hive-mind and, therefore a drone. When a drone becomes defective, it is destroyed. One of the things which the Borg consider to be a defect is the disconnection from the hive-mind.

I was thinking of this concept earlier today when I posted this on Twitter and Facebook.

Collective guilt is part of leftist theology. Their god? Mankind made perfect by its own efforts — efforts which always include the extermination of the “imperfectible.” The “imperfectible” share a lone characteristic: their existence proves that leftist theology is a lie.

I received a little bit of push-back on this assertion from – you guessed it – an atheist [sic] leftist – who claimed that rightist were the same way, especially those who base their political beliefs on Judeo-Christian ideology. When I asked him to prove that rightists of any religion believe that humankind is perfectible through its own efforts, he tossed off an insult and left the “conversation.”

(Side note: that Christians have forcibly converted societies in the past is in direct violation of the rule book. And Jews have forcibly converted a group one once.)

It’s interesting that much of the villainy in science fiction – often conjured by public leftists — consists of violently coercive individuals, civilizations, and governments bent on improvement. And by interesting, I mean crazy.

We have been watching since Election Day 2016, as collectives attempt to overturn the results of that day and, to that effort, become more and more violent as non-leftists refuse to assimilate, especially one Donald J. Trump.

Today, in the wake of the confirmation of Associate Justice Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court, after a concerted effort by many individuals to smear his reputation, we will see more violence.

Many of these collectives call themselves – without irony — the Resistance. But what they really want is for you to not resist.

Good luck to the real-life Borg!

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Which Came First?

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Basically, I’ve got nothing.

I’m still feeling a little wistful and reflective after my road trip, so I’m simply going to share an excerpt from article I found interesting. (You may notice that we do that around here sometimes. The boss is lenient.)

I’m looking for something to write about that does not have the names Trump, Kavanaugh, or Ford in the headline.

Still looking …

Oh look! There’s a Georgetown professor who, on Twitter, overtly expressed her murdering psychopath fantasies against white men.

(This Tweet is in relation to you-know-who.)

Her account was finally suspended — after the Twitter powers-that-be refused to do it at first.

Twitter is, of course, chock full o’ nuts, but this woman is special.

Fair is a special case.  It turns out she’s engaged in numerous crazy stunts, and Georgetown University, that bastion of self-declared “civility,” just keeps on letting her keep on – almost like a protection racket, eh, Jesuits?

Here is a small, far from comprehensive rundown of her other instances of demonstrating…Georgetown values:

*In December 2016, she had a month-long meltdown against a Muslim colleague who voted for President Trump, harassing her colleague with epithets such as “clueless dolt,” “fame mongering clown show,” and “wretch,” arguing that her vote helped normalize Nazis.  The Daily Caller report notes that it was loaded with four-letter intensifiers.  The Muslim colleague complained that it was harassment.

*In January 2017, she published a blog titled “S— Men Say” that MRCTV reported was a platform for doxxing political opponents, with 80 instances counted.  MRCTV also reports that she went to great ends to get them publicized, using Google, Tumblr, and Twitter as platforms.

*In January 2018, she was caught in a Frankfurt airport berating the German police as Nazis, again, with considerable use of four-letter-word intensifiers.

*In October 2018, she launched a barrage of angry tweets at GOP senators, calling them “fragile snowflakes” and hollering about “white male privilege,” describing weird fantasies of their “manboobs’ going cancerous, as if cancer were something one jokes about.  She was unrepentant and has declared, even in some sort of piece, that “my profanity is sacred.”

Then there was this latest castration tweet, revealing a vile and violent mind.

And she teaching your children.

Honestly? I’m more worried about the quiet ones. You could probably make this blabbermouth cry with a stern look.

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During my recent Road Trip, I visited my parents in New Mexico twice — once on the way out and once on the way back to LA. ( Side note: many who follow me on social media are aghast that I returned to CA, but I specifically said that I would return, though I am pondering a permanent escape next year after we see how things go politically in this state.)

Subsequent to my visit, my dad and I have reverted to a practice we had for several years: calling each other up about once a week and comparing notes about God. The practice had fallen off because my phone number has changed about four times since 2014.

Dad called this morning and want to know what things the trip had taught me. As usual, my little twisted brain has agendas that even my parents don’t understand and we talked about those. I long ago accepted the fact that my folks think I’m crazy. They’re probably right.

But, here, I want to mention a “side” topic that came up in the conversation: fatherhood and how God often uses human beings to model His role as our Father — an adopted Father who loves His adopted children (Christians) just as much as He does the children of His “body.”

I pointed out that God has modeled this in my life: my great-uncle John, my first pastor, and Dad himself; he is technically my step-dad.

Conversely, it occurs to me that the “cultural” war against the patriarchy — against men — isn’t really cultural, but spiritual. It’s a war against God. How many times have we seen feminists demonize all things male and masculine? Heck this people wore representations of female genitalia on their heads!

Anyway, as you can tell, Dad and I are very close. I know a lot of people whose parents are no longer with us and I want to savor the blessing of still having mine in this world for as long as I can.

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After trip plans

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Well the danger on the rocks is surely past 
Still I remain tied to the mast 
Could it be that I have found my home at last 
Home at last

— Steely Dan, “Home at Last.” Aja, W. Becker, D. Fagan. 1977.

Only hours ago, I returned to Los Angeles from my truncated Road Trip. I had to return early, due to some personal business in the next few days that requires my physical presence. My body and my car are only a little worse for the wear – all can be repaired – and my soul is a little better for the journey.

I saw some old friends from my days in the USAF and met with a number of online friends, some for the first time. But, mostly of course, I drove.

It wasn’t the first time I had made a long trip by car. CONUS movements during my military days were easiest done by car, in my opinion. But, of course, I was much younger and long-term sitting didn’t affect me like it does now. Even my ankles are saying unpleasant things to me.

Conversely, there is a lot more to do when driving in 2018 than in, say, 1982. Uninterrupted music, audiobooks, podcasts, just to name a few things, are all available to keep the lone driver alert.

The main thing I did, however, was talk to God. There’s something about the movement and the passing scenery – and the solitude — that makes a believing driver want to converse with his/her Maker. So, we got a lot of things said.

I plan to say more about the trip in various venues … while I soak my feet. Strange that my feet hurt and not my backside.

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A special repost in honor of a loved one whose early death was helped along by poor eating habits.

Yes, I can occasionally be caught live in the kitchen. Look quick.

When growing up, my dinner task was making the salad. My mom bought the goods and I prepared them to her exacting specifications. As a result, I am very, shall we say, anal about salads (as I am about most things that I care about).

A clean vegetable is a happy eater. Wash as far down as possible, wash as far up as possible, then, wash ‘possible.’ That maxim goes for many things.

Lettuce: anyone who uses iceberg lettuce in a salad should be shot. (Okay, that’s a little harsh; maybe, er, reeducated.) Use red-leaf, romaine or butter leaf lettuce or some combination thereof. Or spinach.

Croutons and bacon bits are masks for a salad prepared by a lazy salad-maker. If your ingredients are good, fresh and varied, you don’t need those.

Buy the right mushrooms. Get the ones that are closed at the junction between the body and the stem. Don’t buy the big ones that look like they’re more for smoking that for eating. Don’t buy them too brown. Cut the stems off but not so far down as to where you can see the inside of the body.

Use red onions and/or scallions, because they look prettier and taste better than yellow or white onions. Cut most of the flower of the scallions off because they are bland. The root is the good part.

When I’m the only one eating the salad or am sure of my audience, I will put a chopped clove of garlic and a chopped Serrano chili pepper in my salad. (You folks who are not from the south-west part of the US or are not of Mexican descent might not know what a Serrano is. It’s a little, tiny green pepper that is hot. I like hot.)

Two of the ingredients that my mom didn’t require, but I usually use now are: carrots and cucumbers. Yes, peeling them is a pain—and please peel the cucumber—but, boy, do they give great texture and taste to the salad. Split the cuck down the middle, by the way.

Sometimes I will top the salad with canned crab. There are two places here in LA from which I’ve bought the crab: Food for Less and Trader Joe’s. The FFL version is cheaper and the TJ’s version is prettier, but they both taste about the same. I don’t put anything heavier than that in the salad. Chicken, beef and pork are for the main course.

No yellow, orange or white dressings should be used. Hey, if you want to hide the taste of your salad, just tear up some iceberg, chop up a big, fat tomato and pour Thousand Island all over it. Blech. I like a non-obnoxious Caesar or just some olive oil mixed with balsamic vinegar.

If you must put some seasoning on your salad, a bit of Mrs. Dash will do the trick; oh, and black pepper.

What did I forget? Tomatoes, of course, are required; cherry types cut in half (if you grow them, you’re blessed); bell pepper—green and chopped.

If you think salads are boring, you’re missing out on one of the great pleasures of eating. Time, attention and varied ingredients are all that are required. Don’t forget to make it beautiful as well. Eating is almost as much about the eye as it is about the tongue.

Burp.

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Street artist Sabo (WS)

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At the Weekly Standard, Matt Labash interviews Sabo, “America’s Preeminent Right-Wing Street Artist.”

In this most liberal of cities (where even unaffiliated voters outnumber registered Republicans) and out of these modest digs, Sabo runs a one-man torture emporium. His victims include everyone from lefty politicians and Big Tech overlords to smug celebrities who never cease to subject us to the hot blasts of their virtue-signaling.

When inspiration strikes, Sabo might hijack a billboard, as he did last year with one advertising the film The Greatest Showman. It featured the actress Zendaya on a trapeze, and Sabo added a smirking Al Franken behind her with his lechy come-hither hands outstretched. Or he might crank out cheeky T-shirts with the letters “DOU” next to a picture of Che’s face.

The fashionable hypocrisy of the left drives Sabo bonkers, which explains the “F— Tibet” sign in his living room. It’s not that he doesn’t feel for the Dalai Lama’s oppressed people. But he’ll see some L.A. fashionista in a Mao shirt hauling a Free Tibet tote bag, “And I’m like, ‘You realize the reason Tibet needs to be freed is because of the f—ing Communists?’ These are the idiots I have to deal with.” No Third Way-ist, Sabo calls leftism a “mental disorder.” But whatever his stunt, he has been earning national headlines of late. Not too shabby for a lone street artist with a surly streak and a copy of Photoshop.

It’s a great read, but you might want to skip it if you have PC eyeballs. Sabo has had a tough life and is no polished pundit. Thank God for that last part.

And, yes, that most liberal of cities that Labash mentions is my Los Angeles. I haven’t been able to see any of Sabo’s work up close because I’m always a day late and a dollar short when Sabo presents his work on, say, the outside of a bus stop shelter on Hollywood Blvd. The work is quickly removed by the city.

A few months back, Sabo was banned from Twitter due to his witty and in-your-face offerings, so that should tell you how good and how on target he is.

This one — of Ted Cruz — is my favorite. Sabo created it for Cruz’s 2014 senate campaign and the senator received it well.

Here’s a link to Sabo’s website. I’m going to check and see if he gives his LA fans a head’s-up before he strikes again.

(Thanks to Evil Blogger Lady)

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A repost

Here’s something many don’t know about me: I am a big fan of natural cures. It’s recent development–last five years–and it was born of my aversion to prescription medications, of a theory that God has provided all the things in nature needed to maintain good health, and of the desire to save money.

Admittedly, I  appear to have inherited good health from my parents, and, therefore, have this luxury.

When I lived in homeless housing, I was one of the few persons who took no prescribed medications. (That has changed; my doctor prescribed Vitamin D, of which dark-skinned persons are often deficient.) Most residents took BP meds at minimum. I was one of the even fewer who didn’t self-medicate.

I’ve had good results from natural cures for the most part: lavender oil for insect bite relief and apple

cider vinegar for blood pressure regulation, pain relief and weight loss. And, though none of my blood relatives has diabetes, my doctor said that my bloodwork indicated than I am as far away from being diabetic as one can get! DNA plus ACV, I bet.

But here’s one you need to watch out for: eating garlic on an empty stomach.

Many studies show that eating garlic on an empty stomach makes it a powerful natural antibiotic. It’s more effective when you eat it before breakfast because bacteria is exposed and can’t defend themselves, thus succumbing to its power.

Oh, it helps all the other things listed which are applicable to me, but it also does this one thing.

It makes it feel as though an xenomorph is about to burst forth from my small intestine.

So, unless you’re trying to ward off an infection, eat something first. Fair warning.

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