July 18, 2019 Why This Country’s Best Days Are Ahead of Us

July 18, 2019

Why This Country’s Best Days Are Ahead of Us

Since I am folliclely challenged hair care is not high on my “to do” list. From time to time, and to express my undying support of Israel, I sport the Ben-Gurion look. Smooth as a baby’s bottom on top but sporting stiff necked dreadlocks and unable to find any more Kirkman’s Octagon soap, I went to the Dollar Store.

Cuidado! Muy Peligroso!

Don’t buy anything edible there,

particularly the $1 rib-eye.

I have in front of me a 12.5 oz plastic bottle of Alberto VO5 Strawberries & Cream with soy milk protein but without paraben and silicone. I am not sure what paraben is but I sure as Hell don’t want any of it in my ear.

I think Publix sells it for about $4.50 a bottle. Thanks to “creative destruction”, as outlined by the great Schumpeter, I was able to lavage my locks for a buck a bottle.

Somewhere a business selling the above was entering a death roll. Some dreaded middle-men swooped in and bought all the inventory prior to the coroner’s final report. It wound up on the shelves of the local Dollar Store where I, a disabled senior citizen living on a fixed income, was able to enjoy the benefits of a softening and shining shampoo.

Is this a great country or what? The still legendary Big Mike from Bayonne still says, “That’s why you never see anybody swimming to Cuba.” We have the innate ability to turn chicken shit into chicken salad.

And that’s why it’s morning in America again

Prudence dictates that you still give the fish-eye the $1 rib-eye

I just watched Ken Langone of EDS and Home Depot fame announce that he will give $100,000,000 to the NYU Langone School of Medicine. That will bring his total to $450,000,000. With his last donation he will try to make the school tuition free.

White Privilege?

I spent an uncomfortable, somewhat distressful, afternoon at the Phil Smith Neuroscience Center at Holy Cross Hospital in Fort Lauderdale, last September. How do you get your name on a hospital? In the first example, $450,000,000 changed hands. In the second, the agio was $7,500,000.

I met Langone several times. I had lunch with Phil Smith, a devoted e-mail fan, 3 times. Their commercial success was predicated on a Thoreau simplicity; he bought cars wholesale and sold them retail. In Langone’s case it was a bit less simple. He convinced people to give him money so he could give it to other people who had strange ideas. One, Ross Perot and his company EDS, provided much more efficient bookkeeping services while the other, Arthur Branch and Home Depot, thought the world was ready for a better hardware store. Despite Senator Lieawatha Warren’s protestations to the contrary, they built it themselves. Their success, a success rivaling Croesus, enabled them to release the eleemosynary hounds chained up inside them.

Send up a flare when someone from Cuba or Venezuela or Nicaragua does anything remotely similar. Skip that. How about a business with 15 employees, benefits, and a company happy hour once a month?

I know where we find such men.

Here.

MAGA!

The last time I heard a crowd roar in such a semi-Teutonic fashion was at the Democratic Convention in Madison Square Garden in NYC in 1980. A reluctantly sober, not quite svelte Senator Lard Kennedy, gave a concession speech after losing the nomination to “Clod Populist” Carter. I remember Carole Bellamy, the Sapphic NY state comptroller, keening tumescently at the lost prospect of “rainbow stew” and a line to the horizon of lambs volunteering to snuggle with lions., otherwise known as the good old days. 

The latest roar, “Send her back”, was chanted by people without masks who did not seek out Asian homosexual journalists so as to beat the shit out of them. It will be an interesting academic exercise to see whether brother/sister humping began in Kentucky or Somalia.  

Virtual reality or real reality demands that the William F. Buckley, Jr. rule be re-imposed. When Congresswoman Bella Abzug, world famed for her snarling steatyagousness, was at the depths of her “Trousered Ape” period, a lot of good people wanted her out of Congress. 

“Au contraire,” said Buckley. “As long as she is in Congress we know where she is.” Loose and unaccounted for, she could be wreaking havoc to the commonweal before we were aware of it. Keep her in Congress, for our own safety’s sake.

Plus, is there a hidden streak of diversity in MS Ilhan’s DNA? How many shuls or basilicas are in countries governed by Sharia law? Yet her last marriage certificate was signed by a Christian minister. Wazupwidat? Is she from an extremely reform branch of radical Islamic terrorism?

Speaking of religious persecution, a large group of survivors of same were greeted in the White House by President Trump, aka il magnifico. We think of the Christian being fed to the lions, of the priests being burned at the stake by Henry the 8^th, of the missionaries being tortured by the 5 Tribes of the Hudson Valley, of Father Kolbe, Bishop Walsh, and Cardinal Mindszenty.

Attention must be paid to other men who bore witness and paid the price.

47 Marist Brothers were shot to death on October 6, 1936 by the “good guys”; or so modern American Liberals tell us, in the Spanish Civil War. 47. One day. The same day. 47.

There is another martyr I must mention. Brother Henri Verges, FMS was martyred on December 8, 1994. If he was killed the same way that Fra Bernardo Oliveros, CSO was the last thing he saw was a group pf feral thugs, wielding machetes and barongs, yelling Allah Akbar!. 

I mention him because he was born in 1930. It is possible that through the years of international travel, of overseas postings, of educational seminars, he could have known some of the men who taught me. Thus, a bond would have been created.

Christians, particularly Roman Catholics, are afraid to stick their heads up in the public arena. Roman Catholic politicians, pols who are able to square the demonic circle of abortion, are allowed ort assume a mora superiority not to be found in nature.

I have no wish to be martyred but I will gladly hold the coat of any who so choose. And God Bless them. I was made better by being close to them.

Does anyone else remember the kerfuffle over the Census and “statistical sampling” in 2000? Modern American Liberals saw a way to increase their pelf and swag by doing away with the deadly mandated Constitutional chore of counting each and every person, by hand if you will, in the shire. Naturally enough, and true to their cause, racist Republicans opposed this and they prevailed.

Trump, having been temporarily derailed in his effort to return the xenophobic citizenship question to the Census form, will use “statistical sampling” to find out. And ain’t that a kick in the ass. Deep down, as Gavin Mcleod says, “Liberals know they are full of shit.” Go Donny!

Kevin Smith

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