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We're not big on logic

but there's no shortage of irony.

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 Nice is different than good.

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Oh and ...

I flunked charm school.

So what.

Can't write anything.

> Jennifer <

Causing considerable consternation
to many fine folk since 1957

Pepper and me ... Seattle 1962

  

In The Market, As It Were

 

 

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published by Kates-Boylston

Hoist The Colors

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Insist on yourself; never imitate.

Your own gift you can present

every moment

with the cumulative force

of a whole life’s cultivation;

but of the adopted talent of another

you have only an extemporaneous

half possession.

That which each can do best,

none but his Maker can teach him.

> Ralph Waldo Emerson <

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Represent:

The Black Velvet Coat

Belay That!

This blog does not contain and its author will not condone profanity, crude language, or verbal abuse. Commenters, you are welcome to speak your mind but do not cuss or I will delete either the word or your entire comment, depending on my mood. Continued use of bad words or inappropriate sentiments will result in the offending individual being banned, after which they'll be obliged to walk the plank. Thankee for your understanding and compliance.

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A Pistol With One Shot

Ecstatically shooting everything in sight using my beloved Nikon D3100 with AF-S DX Nikkor 18-55mm 1:3.5-5.6G VR kit lens and AF-S Nikkor 50mm f/1.8 G prime lens.

Also capturing outrageous beauty left and right with my Nikon D7000 blissfully married to my Nikkor 85mm f/1.4D AF prime glass. Don't be jeal.

And then there was the Nikon AF-S DX NIKKOR 18-200mm f:3.5-5.6G ED VR II zoom. We're done here.

Dying Is A Day Worth Living For

I am a taphophile

Word. Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Great things are happening at

Find A Grave

If you don't believe me, click the pics.

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Dying is a wild night

and a new road.

Emily Dickinson

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REMEMBRANCE

When I am gone

Please remember me

 As a heartfelt laugh,

 As a tenderness.

 Hold fast to the image of me

When my soul was on fire,

The light of love shining

Through my eyes.

Remember me when I was singing

And seemed to know my way.

Remember always

When we were together

And time stood still.

Remember most not what I did,

Or who I was;

Oh please remember me

For what I always desired to be:

A smile on the face of God.

David Robert Brooks

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 Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.

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Keep To The Code

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You Want To Find This
The Promise Of Redemption

Therefore seeing we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we faint not;

But have renounced the hidden things of dishonesty, not walking in craftiness, nor handling the word of God deceitfully; but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man's conscience in the sight of God.

But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost:

In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine unto them.

For we preach not ourselves, but Christ Jesus the Lord; and ourselves your servants for Jesus' sake.

For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.

We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed; we are perplexed, but not in despair;

Persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed;

Always bearing about in the body the dying of the Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.

For we which live are alway delivered unto death for Jesus' sake, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our mortal flesh.

So then death worketh in us, but life in you.

We having the same spirit of faith, according as it is written, I BELIEVED, AND THEREFORE HAVE I SPOKEN; we also believe, and therefore speak;

Knowing that he which raised up the Lord Jesus shall raise up us also by Jesus, and shall present us with you.

For all things are for your sakes, that the abundant grace might through the thanksgiving of many redound to the glory of God.

For which cause we faint not; but though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day.

For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory;

While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.

II Corinthians 4

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THE DREAMERS

In the dawn of the day of ages,
 In the youth of a wondrous race,
 'Twas the dreamer who saw the marvel,
 'Twas the dreamer who saw God's face.


On the mountains and in the valleys,
By the banks of the crystal stream,
He wandered whose eyes grew heavy
With the grandeur of his dream.

The seer whose grave none knoweth,
The leader who rent the sea,
The lover of men who, smiling,
Walked safe on Galilee --

All dreamed their dreams and whispered
To the weary and worn and sad
Of a vision that passeth knowledge.
They said to the world: "Be glad!

"Be glad for the words we utter,
Be glad for the dreams we dream;
Be glad, for the shadows fleeing
Shall let God's sunlight beam."

But the dreams and the dreamers vanish,
The world with its cares grows old;
The night, with the stars that gem it,
Is passing fair, but cold.

What light in the heavens shining
Shall the eye of the dreamer see?
Was the glory of old a phantom,
The wraith of a mockery?

Oh, man, with your soul that crieth
In gloom for a guiding gleam,
To you are the voices speaking
Of those who dream their dream.

If their vision be false and fleeting,
If its glory delude their sight --
Ah, well, 'tis a dream shall brighten
The long, dark hours of night.

> Edward Sims Van Zile <

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Freedom is a fragile thing and is never more than one generation away from extinction. It is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom and then lost it, have never known it again.

~ Ronald Reagan

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010

Not Without My Effects

My Compass Works Fine

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Monday
Aug082011

Say what you mean, then go green ... and white, with Krispy Kreme in red

The other night TG and I were in downtown Columbia to drop off some exhibits at Garble* Reporting.

*Not really the name of the agency that gives me work but I change a few letters to make it funny.

Laugh or you'll cry and all that rot.

We have our own key and often make deliveries at night because we like to fly under the radar.

After completing that task, impromptu-style we decided to stop at the Krispy Kreme Doughnut Factory situated on Knox Abbott Drive where it intersects with 12th Street.

On account of, we were in the neighborhood and this is not a dress rehearsal.

The place is huge, with acres of doughnut-frying vats and miles of doughnut-glazing conveyors ... and the HOT NOW light was on.

Which meant that hundreds of Krispy Kremes (the signature confection of which dremes are made), having only just emerged from the cooking fat and having meandered through a curtain of warm liquid sugar icing, were even then tumbling from hot racks into white-and-green-polkadotted boxes and bagfuls of outrageously sinful nom-nomminess.

People think down here in the South we're all about the KKK but naw, y'all!

That was before; this is now. HOT NOW.

We're all about the KKD.

Someone please inform Reverend Wright Wrong Left. Bring a Marxist up to speed on one subject at least.

So anyway, because I always know exactly what I want at KKD -- that being not the signature glazed but rather two of the Chocolate Iced Kreme Filled variety, and a cup of black coffee -- we decided to utilize the handy drive-thru.

Only, TG surprised me.

We were at the big sign, which was appropriately lit up and promising endless scrumptiousness -- did you know they have Jolly Rancher chillers now, and Kool Kreme soft serve? -- when the little speaker holes crackled to life.

H llo wel o to ri py Kre e m y I ke yo r rder?

To which TG responded: "We'll take two of the kind with chocolate icing on top and cream inside -- "

"The white kreme!" I interjected, truly alarmed. "Not custard!" I waved my hands for emphasis.

The holes repeat-rasped into the humid South Carolina summer night: 

Hel elco e to Kris y reme ay I ta e yo r or er?

TG took a deep breath and started to start again.

"Hi. We -- "

'm s ry ir I ca  b rely hea ou.

TG's body language expressed aggravation. I've no idea why. Then, louder: "We want TWO with chocolate on top and WHITE cream inside, AND a cup of decaf -- "

Sm ll  ed um or  arge?

TG looked at me.

"Medium," I said.

"Medium," TG said, then added: " -- and two chocolate glazed."

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See, this threw me because TG is historically a cake-doughnut man. He likes 'em sweet but not too sweet.

Maybe that's why he likes me! I'll have to ask him.

Because I'm a curmudgeon of the first water. But in my dreams, if I were a doughnut I'd be a Krispy Kreme Chocolate Iced Kreme Filled. Pleasingly plump, inordinately fetching, and outrageously gooey.

Meanwhile the little holes released another broken stream of barely-recognizable syllables.

Tha 'll e s x six y-fou  pl  se dr ve a ound.

TG looked at me. "What did she say?"

"Just have a ten-spot ready," I said. "Drive up!" I may have flapped my arms again.

And so we drove up.

Presently we were handed our own white-and-green polkadotted box and a matching cup by smiling employees who, despite every effort by Buhrock and Moochelle to deny them one, still have jobs.

Soon the fragrance of fresh coffee and doughnutty sweetness filled our car, and the joy was palpable. How would I wait until we got home ...

But instead of putting the auto in Drive and driving, TG looked at me.

"Open the box and check to see they put the right ones in there."

Uhm ... okay. I obeyed.

TG squinted in the half-light from the drive-thru window. "That's not what I wanted."

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"Then why did you order them?" I wanted to know as my coffee commenced to cool. Because I could tell at a glance they'd gotten my order right.

"I didn't know how to describe what I wanted," TG explained, slowly driving away.

????

That's not a problem I often have.

"Well you should go right in there and point to what you want and get it," I said, "Or else you'll end up with no doughnuts, only regrets."

I have experience in these matters.

Now it was TG's turn to obey. He rounded the back of KKD, came around the side, found a parking spot, and went in.

Soon he returned and a white-and-green polkadotted bag joined the box and the cup we already had.

I waited until we got home before checking out what he'd picked.

People. File this away in the "need to know" category if you're planning a trip to KKD.

A Chocolate Iced Glazed is a whole 'nother puppy from a Chocolate Iced Cake, which is a completely different species from a Chocolate Cake Glazed.

Know your cuts of doughnut! Be specific.

And enjoy your life.

That is all.

Sunday
Aug072011

A meditation on granddaughters

To see her is a Picture --

To hear her is a Tune --

To know her an intemperance

As innocent as June --

To know her not -- Affliction --

To own her for a Friend

A warmth as near as if the Sun

Were shining in your hand.

~Emily Dickinson~

Saturday
Aug062011

Saturday smile

 

 I've got dreams in hidden places

and extra smiles for when I'm blue.

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Allissa, photographed by me

Lenoir, North Carolina, June 30, 2011

 

Friday
Aug052011

We weren't just bein' good. We were Caribbean good.

Elizabeth Swann: So that's the story of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum?

Jack Sparrow: Welcome to the Caribbean, luv.

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Being a pirate and all I found it most amusing when, week before last, our church had a special Sunday.

Caribbean Sunday, to be exact.

Aye!

You walked into the auditorium and there were colorful flags stanchioned all across the front.

Eight Caribbean pastors -- and the wife of one -- were our guests.

It was a bit of all right.

Bro. Archibald, Bro. Commodore, and Bro. James meet and greet church members

The men took turns preaching to us. We heard two short messages in the morning service and two in the evening.

The others taught various Sunday School classes.

In case you were wondering, these are the preachers' names and where they minister:

Pastor Samuel Philbert, St. Lucia

Pastor Pramand Marajh, Trinidad

Pastor Nigel Commodore, Dominica

Pastor St. Clair Archibald Sr., St. Kitts

Pastor Earl James, Barbados

Pastor Michael Lambert, Grenada

Pastor Frederick Alexander, Grenada

Pastor and Mrs. Jeremy and Anesta Scott, Grenada

The preachers:

L to R: Michael Lambert, Samuel Philbert, Nigel Commodore, St. Clair Archibald Sr., Earl James, Frederick Alexander, Jeremy Scott, Pramand Marajh

Each of the men serves as pastor of an indigenous Caribbean church sponsored by a mission board.

There was also a lot of singing, some praying, and much all-around rejoicing.

Of course we laughed some and took up an offering.

L to R: Michael Lambert, Jeremy Scott, Anesta Scott

I couldn't get enough of our guests' thousand-watt smiles.

Plus, they wear shirts and ties the color of sherbet!

During the afternoon, while we were all at home taking naps, the preachers cooked.

After evening service at least two hundred of us trooped over to our family life center and got in line to see what they'd fixed.

Turned out to be kebabs of chicken, pineapple, and Vidalia onion, along with a rice-bean mixture that was spicy (but not too) and interesting, and something potato-ey that was also good.

TG with Brother St. Clair Archibald Sr.

People in the front of the line got some gingerbread but I only heard about that.

Well, and I saw it on others' plates.

There was none left by the time I was served. That little hollowed-out section in my Chinet was blank.

I did not sulk but I compelled a friend at my table -- she had gotten some Caribbean gingerbread -- to tell me all about it. Twice.

Postprandial sing

I wanted to be sure I entirely understood the concept.

Of course there was no rum. We're Baptists and as such we do not imbibe.

There was sweet tea and lemonade, which did us just fine, thank you very much. Nobody thought about rum or missed it.

At one point I told the Caribbean brothers I'd like to feature them in an online article or two and they were ALL about that.

Here are three of them busily scribbling my name and where to find me in cyberspace:

L to R: Nigel Commodore, St. Clair Archibald Sr., Earl James

They wanted to know if I'd ever been to the Caribbean, and I said only in my dreams.

I did not say my dreams featured a certain pirate. Because y'all! I was in church!

TG heard and reminded me that we once ended up in the Bahamas.

Oh. Long time ago.

I didn't have fun. Possibly because I did not sail under the command of a pirate.

Also, rude Italians were involved.

It's complicated. Moving on.

May the circle be unbroken

After the meal, our Caribbean friends formed a circle.

Michael Lambert had a guitar and as he played, they sang and sang and sang.When TG and I left for home they were still singing. I don't know when the par-tay broke up.

It always amazes me when the tide brings people from other cultures drifting into our lives for a day, and it turns out to be such fun because for all our differences, we have a great deal in common.

Blest be the tie that binds.

Tuesday
Aug022011

Enslaved by lies? The truth will set you free.

 

Whoopi Goldberg appears courtesy of WikipediaLet me preface this latest unapologetically non-politically correct, ultra-conservative rant by saying:

I do not watch The View.

I would rather dance the Tango with a seventy-five-pound malarial mosquito than watch The View.

I would rather roller-blade down the business end of a giant X-Acto knife into a vat of rubbing alcohol than watch The View.

I would rather dine on a stew of weasel wrists, lizard larvae, and titmouse toes -- with radioactive shrapnel souffle for dessert, all chased with battery acid -- than watch The View.

However.

What's that they say? Know thine enemy?

You May Need A HazMat Suit

So occasionally a clip -- courtesy of YouTube or a conservative blog or a news program -- from The View pierces my consciousness and I am obliged to watch or listen to the paragons of ultra-liberal ignorance who host this vile show.

(And yes, I include Elisabeth Hasselbeck in that group. Don't buy into the idea that the "blond" chick is a conservative. Ain't no way no how. She's a lib straight up. Darkness masquerading as light.)

Now, in case you're not up to speed, Whoopi Goldberg, the "actress" and "comedienne" who sits way down on the left (I'm sure by choice), is known for freak-out-mode diatribes which she has the dubious distinction of delivering -- directly into the camera, in throes of highest dudgeon, uber-angry-black-woman fashion -- with alarming regularity.

She makes me look calm. No mean feat.

Whatever You Do, Don't Call A Spade A Spade

A few weeks ago Whoopi bansheed her way into my tender psyche by once again breaking the fourth wall and flipping her dred-ful lid over a pledge signed by, among others, presidential candidate Michele Bachmann.

According to The Washington Post, the pledge, entitled The Marriage Vow: A Declaration of Dependence Upon Marriage and Family, can be summed up thusly:

The pledge asks signatories to vow that they will be faithful to their spouses and to the U.S. Constitution. It condemns adultery, “quickie divorce,” infidelity, pornography, cohabitation and Islamic sharia law.

It also suggests that more African-American children are born out of wedlock now than they were under slavery.

The two-page document also warns that the institution of marriage is “in great crisis,” citing as one reason the “anti-scientific bias which holds, in complete absence of empirical proof, that non-heterosexual inclinations are genetically determined, irresistible and akin to innate traits like race, gender and eye color.”

It also suggests that homosexuality may have a negative impact on public health.

What novel ideas! It strains credulity, does it not, that anyone would dare to say them out loud or -- horrors! -- write them down?

Because, I mean, it's simply not okay to speak the truth anymore. If you speak the truth you must be afraid.

Afraid of the what the progressiliberal leftist socialist marxist humanist Islamo-fascists will do to you, or say about you.

Thar She Blows

Par for the course and right on cue, like hellfire doused with gasoline from those billions of gallons of oil we're not allowed to drill for, Whoopi exploded, glasses glinting, saliva sailing, fists flailing, index finger jabbing, ire escalating exponentially with each second that passed:

I am starting to feel like there's some kind of racial thing going around. Now, I realize I'm not supposed to jump to that conclusion. I'm not supposed to automatically -- I'm not supposed to automatically assume there's something racial.

But d*** it, I am sick of this c***. Could you people get your act together? You don't know anything about how slaves raised their kids or why people were together. Just don't add stuff like that if you don't know what you're talking about.

Number two. You know, white people, black people, Asian people, some of us are single parents. Some of us turned out okay with single parents. And you know what? Stop pointing the finger at single parents. I'm sick of people who don't know what the h*** they're talking about, going off.

I'M SICK OF IT!

That's mighty thin ice on which you dance with the devil, my friend.

Because as we have established, facts are stubborn things.

Let's Hear From Annie

And the fact is:

We have "single mothers" because more than a million women choose to have children out of wedlock each year in America, and do not then wed or give the babies up for adoption. By their own choices, they consign their children to starting life with second-class status.

Of all single mothers in America, only 6.5 percent of them are widows, 37.8 percent are divorced, and 41.3 percent gave birth out of wedlock. The 6.5 percent of single mothers whose husbands have died shouldn't be called "single mothers" at all. We already have a word for them: "widows." Their children do just fine compared with the children of married parents.

Liberals refer to widows as "single mothers" to try to class up the category, much as they do with their infuriating description of the GI Bill as a form of "welfare" or the U.S. military as a successful "government program."

The evidence of the damage of single parenthood is so blindingly obvious even liberals have started to admit it. A 2004 New York Times Magazine article on welfare families by Jason DeParle said, "Mounds of social science, from the left and the right, leave little doubt that the children of single-parent families face heightened risks."

Calling a single-parent family "a double dose of disadvantage," the Times article cited as "the definitive text" a book by sociologists Sara McLanahan and Gary Sandefur that concluded, back in 1994, "In our opinion, the evidence is quite clear: Chilren who grow up in a household with only one biological parent are worse off, on average, than children who grow up in a household with both of their biological parents, regardless of the parents' race or educational background."

That's an understatement. The eminent social scientist Charles Murray says, "Illegitimacy is the single most important social problem of our time -- more important than crime, drugs, poverty, illiteracy, welfare or homelessness -- because it drives everything else."

Single mothers account for 85 percent of homeless families. Ninety percent of welfare recipients are single mothers.

Here is the lottery ticket that single mothers are handing their innocent children by choosing to raise them without fathers:

Controlling for socioeconomic status, race, and place of residence, the strongest predictor of whether a person will end up in prison is that he was raised by a single parent. By 1996, 70 percent of inmates in state juvenile detention centers serving long-term sentences were raised by single mothers. Seventy-two percent of juvenile murderers and 60 percent of rapists come from single-mother homes.

Seventy percent of teenage births, dropouts, suicides, runaways, juvenile delinquents, and child murderers involve children raised by single mothers. Girls raised without fathers are more sexually promiscuous and more likely to end up divorced. A 1990 study by the Progressive Policy Institute showed that after controlling for single motherhood, the difference between black and white crime rates disappeared.

Various studies come up with slightly different numbers, but all the figures are grim.

According to the Index of Leading Cultural Indicators, children from single-parent families account for 63 percent of all youth suicides, 70 percent of all teenage pregnancies, 71 percent of all adolescent chemical/substance abuse, 80 percent of all prison inmates, and 90 percent of all homeless and runaway children.

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Excerpted from Guilty: Liberal "Victims" and Their Assault on America by Ann Coulter (Random House, 2008).

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Or to put it in street vernacular, I quote white-man Detective Lenny Briscoe, speaking to Lieutenant Van Buren (a black woman) in an episode of Law & Order:

"Try finding twenty clean-cut white guys in a mug book."

Ahem. Reality Check, Anyone?

A few years back, during the presidential campaign cycle, Whoopi let Senator John McCain put a crease in her weave.

The question asked of the candidate by The View's homely harpies was, if elected President, would he seek to repeal Roe versus Wade, the controversial landmark 1973 decision that "legalized" the murder of unborn American children.

Fair question, and one that had the harlot-hosts practically hyperventilating.

In response Mr. McCain attempted to explain that he, as President, would nominate SCOTUS justices who believed in a strict interpretation of the Constitution.

Whoopi, nearly levitating with barely-suppressed rage, let him talk for less than thirty seconds -- during which time the others constantly interrupted him -- before beginning to roll her eyes a la Butterfly McQueen, cornrows aquiver, promising Scarlett she knows everything 'bout birthin' babies, and demanding in a loud whine:

"So I'd have to go back to being a slave again?"

WHOOPI. YOU WERE NEVER A SLAVE. NOBODY YOU KNOW WAS EVER A SLAVE. NOBODY YOUR PARENTS KNEW WERE EVER SLAVES. YOUR GRANDPARENTS WERE NOT SLAVES AND THEY KNEW NO SLAVES.

SLAVERY IN AMERICA WAS ABOLISHED OVER ONE HUNDRED FIFTY YEARS AGO.

YOU ARE A WEALTHY WOMAN. A CELEBRITY. YOU MAKE MORE MONEY BEFORE LUNCH THAN I EARN IN A YEAR AND YET ALL YOU DO IS GRIPE AND MOAN AND COMPLAIN ABOUT THE COUNTRY THAT GAVE YOU UNPARALLELED FREEDOM AND THE UNFETTERED OPPORTUNITY TO ACHIEVE SUCCESS AND FINANCIAL PROSPERITY.

Whoopi doesn't give a flying flip about victims of slavery.

Emancipate This

According to a recent report by Reuters, over 27 million people are enslaved around the world. Today.

And yet I dare you to find a single sound byte or printed word from The View or any other source, or from Whoopi personally, that decries that practice or even addresses the issue.

A return to slavery for blacks isn't what concerns Whoopi. What she and most -- not all -- other blacks are worried about is the return of an America where there are no welfare entitlements for people who are physically able to work, and where it's illegal to abort a baby.

Because I don't believe anything frightens them quite as much as the grim prospect of being required to take complete responsibility for the consequences of their actions.

The specter of personal accountability haunts them like a tattered ghost.

Because it would cause them -- and their white counterparts as well -- to have to get up every morning, get dressed, go to work, and make money to pay the bills.

And which would -- horrors! -- make it necessary for them to think twice about engaging in the blatant immorality of a lifestyle that causes millions of unwanted pregnancies each year, not to mention incurable disease and overall destruction of society.

What Whoopi is worried about is the people upon whose accomplishments the welfare crowd so comfortably ride, getting enough and pushing back.

Because if you want to talk about what you're sick of, Whoopi? It's the decades of unfair affirmative action, and the welfare mentality black babies get through the umbilical cord, and minorities' government-sanctioned use and abuse of the rest of us that WE are sick of.

Nothing's Real Until It's Personal

Nobody has said or is saying that every unwed mother is making a hash of her childrens' lives or that every child reared without a father is forever lost. That would be a ridiculous and untrue contention.

As with all rules, of course there are exceptions. And we are thankful for every one of them.

However, what the numbers prove is that overwhelmingly, kids without dads start at the rear of the pack and struggle to reach the middle. Most never make it that far.

Have you ever considered that single mothers are pandered to because they comprise a huge liberal voting base?

After all, for millions of them the government is their husband. Who needs a man when Big Bro is always there for you?

That having been asked, why do liberals get so all-fired fighting mad whenever someone has the audacity to confront them with the truth, and hard evidence to back it up?

Because they know that's just what it is: the truth. Today, the statistical money shot is this: seventy-two percent of black children in America are born to unwed mothers.

And that unvarnished, un-sugarcoated truth is something for which liberals simply have no stomach.

Take Whoopi. Please.

According to various online sources, Whoopi Goldberg gave birth to a baby -- a girl -- at age eighteen. Although she married the child's father, it is doubtful they were married when the baby was conceived.

That daughter began having children -- eventually becoming the unwed mother of three -- at age sixteen.

Whoopi was a grandmother at thirty-four. I have heard her say that with at least one of the pregnancies they seriously considered aborting her grandchild, but "thank God everything worked out."

Ms. Goldberg has described herself as being at one time a "high functioning" drug addict too terrified to leave her bed in order to visit the restroom.

Wow, she did turn out great after all! And I'm sure that was pleasant for her children.

But as Oscar Wilde said, "Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes."

Whoopi Goldberg may be many things -- none of which is Whoopi Goldberg, by the way; her actual given name is Caryn Elaine Johnson -- but she's not stupid.

She can go all apoplectic every time someone points out the truth about the terrible toll single motherhood is taking on our nation, but it doesn't change the facts -- not for her children and grandchildren or anyone else's -- and she knows it.

There is more than one kind of slavery. Enslavement to a lie may be the worst kind of all.

Ain't Gonna Be No More Payback

And as for reparations? Forget about it. Every race and class of people that have ever walked the earth have suffered persecution in some form or other, up to and including death.

And yet miraculously, all people-groups except the blacks have been able to shake it off and move on.

Get over it. The rest of us have. Get a job. The rest of us have. Get real. The rest of us have.

Recently TG made a gift to me of a fancy certificate he printed with the express permission of its author, Black by Popular Demand Walter E. Williams, Professor of Economics at George Mason University and sometime stand-in for Rush Limbaugh at the EIB Network's golden microphone.

Or, as Whoopi would no doubt dub him: Uncle Tom.

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PROCLAMATION OF AMNESTY AND PARDON

Granted to

All Persons of European Descent

Whereas, Europeans kept my forebears in bondage some three centuries toiling without pay,

Whereas, Europeans ignored the human rights pledges of the Declaration of Independence and the United States Constitution,

Whereas the Emancipation Proclamation, the Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments mean little more than empty words,

Therefore, Americans of European ancestry are guilty of great crimes against my ancestors and their progeny.

But, in the recognition Europeans themselves have been victims of various and sundry human rights violations to wit: the Norman Conquest, the Irish Potato Famine, Decline of the Hapsburg Dynasty, Napoleonic and Czarist adventurism, and gratuitious insults and speculations about the intelligence of

Europeans of Polish descent

I, Walter E. Williams, do declare full and general amnesty and pardon to all persons of European ancestry for both their grievances and those of their forebears against my people.

Therefore, from this day forward, Americans of European ancestry can stand straight and proud knowing they are without guilt and thus obliged not to act like d*** fools in their relationships with Americans of African ancestry.

Walter E. Williams, Gracious and Generous Grantor

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There! I think that solves it.

Now I must get back to work.

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