You got to really be stupid to believe less police is the solution to crime because one police officer went beyond his authority and a bunch of nut Marxists sought to stir up trouble.
Literally hundred of millions of dollars later feckless corporate America, pusillanimous politicians and others seeking to make a fast buck, committing crimes rioting and stirring up trouble had imposed themselves on a previously stable society.
Why is it we tolerate a segment of society to turn into animals and patronize them because they call white citizens and our nation racists?
They need to be incarcerated and punished for their misdeeds not catered to as if they knew not what they were doing. Is this what welfare has created? Is this the consequence of progressive thinking and policies. Is this what you get when you dumb down your society by offering mush instead of a solid curriculum and lower your societal behavioral standards to accommodate the worst?
I have been saying and writing as much for decades and Allen Bloom wrote an entire book on this subject and Senator Moynihan , Rush Limbaugh, Martin Luther King and Thomas Sowell, among others, warned us would happen but we were too stupid and frightened/intimidated to listen.
How costly the free lunch.
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Opinion: ‘Defund the police’ runs into reality
And:
Refunding the San Francisco Police
Mayor London Breed undergoes a law-and-order conversion.
By the Editorial Board
And:
How Old Is Grandpa?
This may blow you away. It is called progress!
One evening a grandson was talking to his grandfather about current events.
The grandson asked his grandfather what he thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.
The Grandfather replied, "Well, let me think a minute, I was born before:
' television
' penicillin
' polio shots
' frozen foods
' Xerox
' contact lenses
' Frisbees and
' the pill
There were no:
' credit cards
' laser beams or
' ball-point pens
Man had not invented :
' pantyhose
' air conditioners
' dishwashers
' clothes dryers
' and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and
' space travel was only in Flash Gordon books.
Your Grandmother and I got married first,... and then lived together..
Every family had a father and a mother. Until I was 25, I called every woman older than me, "mam". And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, "Sir".
We were before gay rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.
Our lives were governed by the Bible, good judgment, and common sense. We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege... We thought fast food was eating half a biscuit while running to catch the school bus.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.
Draft dodgers were those who closed front doors as the evening breeze started.
Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends-not purchasing condominiums.
We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CDs, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.
We listened to Big Bands, Jack Benny, and the President's speeches on our radios. And I don't ever remember any kid blowing his brains out listening to Tommy Dorsey.
If you saw anything with 'Made in Japan' on it, it was junk.
The term 'making out' referred to how you did on your school exam...
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Pizza Hut, McDonald's, and instant coffee were unheard of.
We had 5 &10-cent stores where you could actually buy things for 5 and 10 cents. Ice-cream cones, phone calls, rides on a streetcar, and a Pepsi were all a nickel. And if you didn't want to splurge, you could spend your nickel on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.
You could buy a new Ford Coupe for $600, but who could afford one? Too bad, because gas was 11 cents a gallon.
In my day:
' "grass" was mowed,
' "coke" was a cold drink,
' "pot" was something your mother cooked in and
' "rock music" was your grandmother's lullaby.
' "Aids" were helpers in the Principal's office,
' "chip" meant a piece of wood,
' "hardware" was found in a hardware store and
' "software" wasn't even a word.
And we were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.
How old do you think I am?
I bet you have this old man in mind...you are in for a shock!
Read on to see -- pretty scary if you think about it and pretty sad at the same time.
This man would be 74 years old today. (2021)
Finally:
A Moment of Miracles
Thoughts in and around geopolitics.
By: George Friedman
Judaism and Christianity share many things, but the thing most binding is the constant sense of the magnificent impossibility of the world: the miracle of life. Chanukah is about a victory against the Syrians and about God’s gift of oil to purify the temple. Christmas is about the miracle of life, embodied in the gift of God’s only son. Miracles begat struggles, and neither Christians nor Jews were ever truly at peace but for brief seconds when we remember that even sorrow was a miracle, for it meant that we live.
I normally write about war, and I am more comfortable with it, but for this Christmas and Chanukah I would like to share a story that is utter nonsense yet tells a great truth.
There is a movement in Judaism called Hasidism. Its adherents are the Jews who dress like the Amish. The movement was founded in Poland by a man referred to as the Baal Shem Tov, “He of the Good Name.”
The story I’d like to share is about the Baal Shem Tov. When he needed a miracle – and we Jews too frequently needed one – he would go to a particular place in the forest, light a pipe a certain way, say a particular prayer, and the miracle would be done.
As all men do, the Baal Shem Tov died, and his followers would do what he did, and the miracle they needed was done. In the next generation they forgot where the place in the forest was, but they lit the pipe and said the prayer, and the miracle was done. In the next generation, they had lost the pipe, but they said the prayer, and the miracle was done. In the next generation they forgot the prayer, but they told this story, and the miracle was done.
No matter whether you have forgotten the ritual, the power of recollection creates extraordinary possibilities. This is not merely a teaching for the religious but for humans in general. The recollection of the extraordinary, even if you think you have forgotten it, makes human greatness possible. The obsession with the ordinary and banal, and the doubt of human greatness, may seem as wisdom, but it will lead you to live a life that is ordinary and banal.
Whenever I was in danger, I always remembered the Baal Shem Tov and his followers. I always survived, which may be dismissed as pure chance, and even if it was, pure chance is never as pure as it claims to be.
I wish all of you the gift of the Baal Shem Tov. It is the memory of things forgotten that makes us human.
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Those who hesitate because they are frightened, cowardly ,weak and misguided can cause great destruction and misery. Think Obama and Biden!
Clueless in Washington
The wrong move for America is to do nothing to stop Tehran
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