“Opening minds and angravating liberals since 2001”
“I am a guardian of freedom and the American way of life.”
Genesis 3:19 / John 3:16
My Friends and Fellow Alums:
For some odd reason, I do not think I am entitled to anything more than what I have earned. I do not want anyone else’s money or possessions, I do not want credit for something I did not do and I certainly do not want any attention, especially in this atmosphere.
Like many of us, I often carry a balance on some credit cards, but that is the extent of my debt. While it might be nice to win the lottery, I am not counting on that for my retirement as I doubt I would retire. Even still, I would not want or expect someone to pay my bills for me.
This is the way I was brought up.
I am sure my story is very similar in any number of ways to most of yours.
Like the old joke goes, my parents were born with nothing and still had most of that when they died. They were children of legal immigrant parents and grew up in the 1st Great Depression. So the idea of getting anything for nothing was not, shall we say, “encouraged.”
My grandparents were not captains of industry or professional people. Stevedores and charwomen were on their CV. Like their parents before them, they wanted the best for their kids and they came to America.
The children of both sets of my grandparents were three males and two females. My dad and my uncles all fought in WWII, Korea or both. So we were brought up with the sense of duty. Thank you!
And like my grandparents, my parents wanted the best for us. We moved from a (not high end at all ) brownstone apartment in Brooklyn to a brand new home at the border of the city, which then was more “suburb” than city.
My brother and I went to Catholic grammar school and I went to on to Catholic High School, my brother opting for a trade’s high school. We were encouraged to do what we wanted to do be to strive to be the best.
We were encouraged to make our own decisions and mistakes. (But not without some supervision.) They say you learn from your mistakes. Truly I must be the smartest man in the world if that is correct as I made far more than my share and am still here to tell you about it. Those experiences of trying and failing or trying something and not getting seriously hurt or killed were as important to making me who I am as my formal education. (I am still learning apparently as I am still making mistakes.)
When the Vietnam War was still on but winding down and with the draft still looming, I followed my father’s and uncles’ lead and enlisted.
I was not a perfect child. Shock, yes, I know, but I did the best I could and I think all things considered I have no complaints.
Now there is someone who DOES have complaints and lots of them.
“The road is not easy, especially for people like you and me.”
-The Moochster, Tuskegee University May 2015
This po po po baby who struggled to go to Princeton on a full ride scholarship, has an axe to grind.
Yes, the same Mooch who went to this exclusive and expensive Ivy League college on someone else’s dime then had the temerity to (poorly) write her senior thesis on, well basically, how much White people suck, is peeved.
Yes, the same Mooch who with her lovely hubby FINALLY paid back their Harvard student loans… twenty-odd years after the fact and after he was elected, feels persecuted.
Yes, the same Mooch who got a six-figure job in her “home town” of Barackistan for some “make work” position that was given to her as a favor, thinks others get more than she.
Yes, the same Mooch who with her lovely hubby “bought” a nice home in Barackistan “allegedly” with the “help” of a certain less then savory individual, thinks she has a hard life.
Yes, the same Mooch who has taken more vacations, junkets and liberties than some people have had hot meals, feels slighted.
And those are just the Cliff Notes.
Mooch made a speech the other day at Tuskegee University.
She belly-ached and moaned about the recent events in Ferguson and Baltimore, leaving out basically all the facts as they do not fit her narrative. Easier to blame Whitey then to offer suggestions and solutions. Or to speak the cold, hard truth.
She suggested that these black graduates (it is an all-black college) would spend their lives being pulled over by cops, hassled by store detectives, be given sub-standard service, being mistaken for “the help” and so on.
(She cited the struggles of the amazing Tuskegee Airmen. Who, I firmly believe that even at their advanced age, would gladly stand in line one more time to slap her across the head. I have met some of those great men. They are not black or white, young or old, they are Americans and it was an absolute honor to meet a number of them on a few occasions, shake their hands and thank them for their service. Mooch could take a lesson.)
Rather than challenge the graduates to be good and better people, to look past the history and focus on the future, no, this angry, mean and hateful woman riled up the recent graduates with their “Angry Black Women’s Studies” or “Applied Socialism” degrees.
I would like to think these graduates were too smart to be conned by this grifter. She preached the divisiveness and exclusion that seems to be the legacy of her lovely hubby’s time in office.
She seems to see things not just in black and white but how things make her unhappy, those things are mostly White people. Po po po baby.
Here was a great school founded by a great man and it became the site of an infomercial for racial divide.
Booker T. Washington started the school on the 4th of July 1881. He found, built and expanded the school and its system until his death in 1915, as a result of overwork. (We will NEVER have to worry about Biff and Mooch working themselves to death.)
Now on the other side of the Mooch coin is another Washington.
He, too, delivered a commencement speech, at Dillard University another black school, this one in N’Awlins.
His speech was a little different. Let’s look at some of his words. “I’m going to keep it short, Number one: Put God first, put God first in everything you do. Everything you think you see in me, everything I’ve accomplished, everything you think I have – and I have a few things – everything that I have is by the grace of God. Understand that. It’s a gift.”
I did not sense hate, but love. I did not sense anger, but happiness. I did not sense envy, but gratitude. In fact for every negative thing Mooch said, intimated, caviled about and more, Mr. Washington exhibited and exposed only positives.
Biff talked about the “Two Americas.” I agree, there are two Americas. And it has nothing to do with skin color. It has to do with heart.
You have the Obamas who have become financially very wealthy during his terms in office. But all they want is more, more, more. They are angry at the people who gave them much and that they did not give them, mostly Mooch, even more.
You have Mr. Denzel Washington who has become not just financially wealthy but spiritually and humanly more wealthy. He does not seem to be angry at anyone, just thankful and blessed.
(To be fair, the Obama’s do donate to charity. In fact, they give more than most Libs do. They have even donated to “Fisher House”, which is a facility for Vets and their families as the Vet is receiving treatment. Mr. Washington famously made a donation to Fisher House as well, in fact one of the largest donations ever to that fine organization. Heeding Matthew 6:3, he did not disclose the amount of the donation.)
If Mooch acted and lashed out in 2007 and 2008 as she did at Tuskegee, I assure you Biff would be a go-fer for $harpton or someone else.
If Denzel had another movie coming out, I would prolly see it just to show support for him.
The wolf I choose to feed is the good one.
A grandfather told his grandson, “My son there is a battle between two wolves inside us all. One is evil. It is anger, jealousy, greed, resentment, inferiority, lies, and ego. The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, integrity, humility, kindness, empathy, and truth.” The boy thought for a moment, then asked, “Grandfather, which one wins?”
The old man quietly replied, “the one you feed.”