Listen up, class. Although today’s lesson is not new, it bears repeating. Ask any parent or teacher who understands the value of repetition. Generally, this lesson concerns government. Specifically, it also concerns a member of government — one Gavin Newsom — who happens to be Governor of California, which allegedly has the 5th largest economy in the world. You need to know something about Newsom. In 1992, (he was 25), he opened a winery store in San Fransisco with the help of an investor friend — the son of tycoon J. Paul Getty. Ah, paydirt. But give him credit. His venture led to bars, restaurants, wineries and hotels. Subsequently, as a millionaire, he served as a city supervisor; but his big leap in politics came in 1995 as a volunteer for none other than Willy Brown in his run for Mayor. Who can forget Willie? Brown swiftly appointed Newsom to the Board of Supervisors and mentored his protege  who would eventually become Mayor himself. Willy was a busy, busy mentor overseeing Newsom, and interestingly enough, the 60 year-old was simultaneously “tutoring” 30 year-old Kamala Harris. Kaboom! You can skip over what Newsom did and didn’t do as Mayor of San Fransisco. It was a shit show on the city streets. Literally. To their everlasting credit, Californians tried and failed to recall Newsom as Governor for his tyrannical Covid policies — by the way, unlike the North Carolina sheep who walked lock step in obedience behind Biden lackey Roy Cooper. All of which finally brings you to Newsom and the spectacle now unfolding on the Left Coast. The Governor is accusing Donald Trump of playing politics with a natural wildfire disaster. He scolds him for not showing compassion for the suffering. Most of all,  he says Trump unfairly blames him for the tragedy. Listen up, class, this is a real life, real time, lesson. Avoiding blame, avoiding accountability, refusing to admit you failed in your job — is the sphere of cowards. The California calamity gave Newsom his chance to be a statesman, to point the finger at himself and take responsibility for his policies as boss. Forget that, Matllda. Rarely will you hear mea culpas in the halls of government. And that is today’s basic lesson. Governments are never at fault. Politicians never pay for their mistakes — not even for premeditated death and destruction. You can total all of the capital crimes in the private sector and they don’t approach the extent of government atrocity. You can line up the prison’s most vicious inmates and they are amateurs compared to criminals living the good life in the nation’s capitol. For example,  a woman is in prison for life without the possibility of parole, for conspiring to murder her husband. She didn’t shoot or stab him. She never touched him. She planned his killing and hired the killers. She was found guilty and is paying for that crime. Compare this woman to Joe Biden. With premeditation, Joe allowed murderers to cross the Southern border to rape and murder American citizens. He allowed fentanyl to cross the border and destroy thousands of lives. He allowed the sex trafficking of children. But his crime is not the worst violation. A greater sin is that no members of Congress stood in the people’s house to call him out by name and accuse him of conspiracy to commit murder. Every politician who supported the Biden border policy is complicit to murder. But Biden will not only walk free as a multi millionaire, but also will be applauded for service to his country. Up-chuck city. Trump sadly will shake his hand at the coming inauguration. In North Carolina, meanwhile, Roy Cooper is likely thinking of potential presidential politics. He will make public appearances and revel in the limelight, in the afterglow of his tenure as N.C.’s benevolent leader. And no one in Raleigh will accuse him of dictatorially shutting down N.C. during Covid. No one will censure him for not allowing life saving drugs to be distributed to people at risk. No one will accuse him of closing schools or destroying countless small businesses or mandating the Covid jab. And no one dares suggest that the massive suffering  was Cooper’s fault. But, class, that is the message of government. No one in government is at fault. Newsom is not at fault. Politicians are not at fault. The only people who are at fault are ordinary Americans who have jobs in private sector business. If you fail at your job, you are at fault; you pay the price and pick yourself up. The people who founded America created a system based on nothing less than your freedom to succeed or fail and be accountable for either outcome. Their most momentous ambition was to create a system that would never allow absolute power to reside in Washington — that would never allow the emergence of a dictator like Biden, or any political party, to commit genocide.  But it happened. Say it again. It happened. But in Newsom’s failure, there’s a lesson. You see, his incompetence only affects California. It is the people of California who reap the whirlwind when they choose defective politicians and/or policies. By contrast, when the Federal Government makes a mistake, it affects 350 million people. Socialism affects everyone. Open borders affect everyone. Government health care affects everyone. The Department of Education affects everyone. The Deep State affects everyone. This is the lesson, class. You can find it in The Constitution.

Note: Once again — Trump, D.O.G.E. and their corrective actions to wipe away the Obama/Biden Marxist infrastructure will have no permanence, regardless of success. America cannot be saved by Trump band-aids. The only way to save the Republic, as founded, is through The Constitution. The proper role of the Federal Government must be redefined constitutionally through amendments. There is no other way. The several States of America must assert their sovereignty. Failing that, America will unequivocally go the way of the socialist model. You may disagree only if you identify another legal remedy. Ed.

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“I don’t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.”
― Plutarch

December 29, 2024

He was your friend. When he died, he took a piece of you with him and left behind a bit of himself — permanent snippets of his life for you alone to own. That’s what comes of friendship. You take the pieces with you. They stay with you always, a gift. You see clearly his expressions, the mannerisms. The blush of his redhead pigment, piqued by emotion. Prideful eyes directed at his loved ones. His energy as host chef in a garage made for the Smith oyster and shrimp feast. His distinctive gait, trudging down a fairway, carrying the redoubtable 7 wood that knew no fear. The camaraderie he brought to new found friends on the golf trail. You hear his voice across a large room, elevated following a soothing visit with Jack D.; or when sober as a judge, goaded into coaxing his Lexus down a straight country road at 101 mph. As you grieve, you hear him say “get on with it; don’t be sappy.” Pragmatic to a fault, self made, all business, competitive, private. You remember serious discussions. When he listened to your recommendations and acted. The shared joy of mutual success. Later, the shared sorrow of unimaginable loss. You remember the recovery, the resurgence, the grit to risk giving life another chance. Yes, you will hold on to your piece of him, remembering your very last  conversation  — his admonition to you  —  get out and live your life.  He led by example.. It’s a lesson.

Note: These personal remarks truly are self serving, however much devoted to honoring Carl. For those who didn’t know him, they will nod, perceptive. For family, you want them to be okay with this reflection in a public place. Carl would never approve. But, then, that’s an issue for another time and place. Ed.

Big relief. The dirtbags occupying Washington have only 30 days left. Meanwhile, the new team is poised to clean house. It won’t be easy. The team has four short years to heal The Constitution and rid government structures of anything that reeks of Marxism, Communism and Socialism — which are different names for the same vile thing. The dirtbags know very well that those names earn and deserve a genocidal reputation; so the dirtbags do what the Left always does — adopt a deceptive, positive name to take their place. Now appearing coast to coast in full disguise, millions of proud Lefties wear their latest faux identity — called Progressivism. Who dislikes a Progressive voter? How does anyone criticize progress? Easy. Call it what it is — a damn lie. Whatever other name you want to call it, it amounts to the same rotten ideology — collectivism — the polar opposite of individual freedom and America’s core beliefs codified by the Declaration of Independence and Constitution. You would think by now Americans of every stripe would stop, smell and burn the Left’s euphemistic playbook. The first chapter of that book is entitled “Own the Language.” And so it goes. The Left owns the greater communication industry (Hollywood, Media, Academia); thus owning the national microphone. Ergo, the Left basically owns and sows the national dialogue. Invariably, therefore, you awakened to find yourself using and accepting words and terms like “gay,” “undocumented worker,” “transphobic,” “affirmative action,” “climate change,” “reproductive health,” “microaggression,” “DEI,” blah, blah, blah. The fact that you repeat this homogenized language proves you’re brainwashed to the bone. Your bellyaching is, of course, fruitless. For the most part, language is organic. It rises up within the social fabric of city streets and country roads, and through the creative works of musicians, writers and marketers. But there’s nothing organic about dishonest language specifically used as a political weapon to persuade the rabble into accepting a progressive agenda. Obama set the tone for the escalation of deceitful language. With his dulcet speeches, the Master Dirtbag himself personified the ideal progressive monarch; and, notably, it was women and self-anointed elites who groveled beneath his throne. To his credit, Barak showed his hand at the outset, promising to “transform” America. For those not under his hypnotic spell, the message was clear — revolutionize America. For eight wearisome years, sporting the arrogance of a Mideast tribal chieftain, he made the pronouncements — America is not exceptional; you didn’t build that; you are racist; you are guilty of white supremacy. On cue, the bewitched public obediently genuflected to his reprimand. Finally, the Trump interlude broke the spell, until four years later, when the cellar dweller in chief came along with the Steal of the Century and fully populated the Democrat apparatus with Obama proselytes. These appointees, in turn, stood before God and man and recited these words:

I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; that I take this obligation freely, without any mental reservation or purpose of evasion; and that I will well and faithfully discharge the duties of the office on which I am about to enter. So help me God.

By definition, no progressive can truthfully take the Oath. But not one was challenged.  Not one was challenged later for failing to support and defend The Constitution. Not one officer was challenged for not bearing true faith and allegiance to the same. More telling, Biden himself and his inner circle were not challenged, or better yet, were not accused of unfaithfulness to the Constitution — or God.

You must ask: Where was the opposition to make a direct challenge? Where was GOP opposition? Where was Democrat opposition? Where was the SCOTUS opposition?

The opposition came from you, the little people, led by an American businessman despised by the Left; yes, despised by progressives (Marxists, Communists and Socialists).

And all the while, unwanted, if not scorned, by GOP blue-bloods.

Dirtbags all.

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