In a full lifetime, you can learn quite a few things. How to get along with people. How to run to avoid getting punched in the face. How to blunder through your first sexual encounter. How to blunder through your latest sexual encounter. How to secure gainful employment. How to earn and sustain a living. How to be dishonest in the interest of tact and truthful in the interest of virtue. How to deal with joy and endure grief. In a full lifetime, you learn to make choices. How to take the high road and limit your visits to the low road. And somewhere along the way, you learn to choose between Good and Evil. On second thought, maybe you don’t make that choice. Maybe you are genetically predisposed, or programmed, to throw in with God or walk with the Devil. If this is not true — if individuals are not inherently wedded to morality or depravity, you must then assume that their behavior has some connection to simple addiction. For instance, when she was a teacher’s favorite at Park Ridge, Illinois public schools, Hillary Diane Rodham just might have embellished a story here and told a little white lie there to gain acceptance and enhance her popularity. Already considered brainy and capable, she didn’t need the recognition. But she just might have learned that “harmless” lies remove immediate impediments, eliminate barriers and amplify achievement. A ravenous ambition often inspires the crutch of dishonesty. Ask Lance Armstrong. For Hillary, lying, like smoking a joint or snorting coke, became the drug of choice. In short order, she became a junkie. The more she practiced, the more proficient she became. She chose a profession that routinely accommodates, if not  glorifies, dissembling, deception and duplicity. In a full lifetime, from Watergate to Whitewater to Cattle Futures Trading to Chinagate to Travelgate to Filegate to Lootergate to Emailgate to Bimbogate to Clinton Foundation money laundering to Benghazi, she easily ranks as one of the most corrupt officials in US history. Now this 70-year-old must lie daily, if not hourly, to walk into the Oval Office. For that to happen, millions of women must also make the choice to walk with the Devil. Some of them, out of loyalty to Sisterhood, will argue that Hilary’s scandals are nothing more than unfounded partisan accusations. The majority of them are not so ignorant or naive. The majority knows Hillary is unprincipled. Nonetheless, they will choose venality over virtue. Is that truly a choice? A simple addiction? Or genetic disposition? In a full lifetime, some things don’t requiring learning. Instinctively, you know how to love and hate. How to laugh, to cry, to give and take. God gave you those proclivities. But, with all due respect, you suggest He might have considered creating you more like His other creatures — the millions of animals and other wildlife that seldom, if ever, make self destructive choices. With all due respect, you do appreciate His giving His offspring the intuition to spot a crook when they see one. But you must question — why he didn’t give His offspring the disposition to send her packing? Just asking.

Another man has come out of yet another closet to publicize that he’s “gay.” Note that he didn’t use the word “homosexual.” “Gay” is a much more friendly sound — such an endearing, pleasant and happy word, sort of carefree, cheerful and chipper, don’t you think? His name is Trey Pearson, an avowed Christian, married with two children and the lead singer of the rock group Everyday Sunday. Now he’s making headlines for singing an unexpected tune. Bully for him. He showed such courage to publish an open letter in (614) Magazine. “I grew up in a very conservative Christian home where I was taught that my sexual orientation was a matter of choice, and had put all my faith into that.” if you’re interested, you can read the unconstrained outpouring of his feelings elsewhere. Naturally, LGBT members everywhere — especially those in musical entertainment — must be elated. In fact, you wonder why the LGBT leadership (if there is a leadership) doesn’t begin passing out medals to people who fight their way out of the closet. A Closet Commendation Medal could read something like this:

Trey Pearson, USA Citizen and Lead Singer, distinguished himself by exceptionally meritorious service under great emotional stress. Singlehanded, without logistical support, he broke the bonds of heterosexual servitude, and overcame threats to himself and his career; and for this perseverance and devotion to his sense of honor, he has reflected credit upon himself and upheld the highest traditions of the LGBT Nation.

This insensitive sarcasm certainly will provoke a beat-down scolding. Fair enough. And you couldn’t care less. You’ve essentially had it with the “coming outs.” Every day in every family, people wrestle with all sorts of personal issues, grappling with marital turmoil, substance abuse, ubiquitous ED, crippling disease, mental illness, terminal illness, career failure, etc. The last time you looked, your neighbor didn’t take out an ad in a magazine or newspaper to spill his guts, air his laundry and admit he cheated on his spouse. You thus question the “need to know.” Pearson told his wife (and kids)and received nothing but heartfelt support. Likewise his folks, you guess. Terrific. Just terrific. You can appreciate he would confide in his closest friends and business associates to avoid awkward conversations and relationships. Simple logic. But, no, advising those people who need to know, who must know,  just isn’t good enough, is it Trey? You want millions of people who don’t know you, who will never know you and will never be in your company, to read your innermost thoughts and feelings. Catholics slip into confessional booths. You grab a bull horn. But that’s what celebs do. Michael Sam basked in the LGBT limelight before advertising his preference to future NFL teammates. And that’s what “coming out” is all about —  advertising. It’s not about a self-described self respect or courage or honesty or integrity. It’s about social prospecting, alerting a bevy of unknown contenders without spending a nickel. It’s possible Trey Pearson will find a way to reconcile his faith with a potentially promiscuous lifestyle ( https://carm.org/statistics-homosexual-promiscuity ); regardless, he did his wife a colossal favor by cutting her and the kids loose to let them find a normal and constant life. How Pearson lives his life is his business. He deserves privacy, but obviously doesn’t want it and won’t get it by shouting his sexuality from the rooftops. Likewise, if the rest of the LGBT crowd wants tolerance and consideration, they need to back off the incessant demands and the militant BS. Nobody cares what they do with their genitalia, as long as they take it to the right bathroom. Nobody cares what the straight crowd — the  97% crowd — do with their genitalia either.  Maybe God cares.

Memorial Day, 2016. This is the time of year Americans by the tens of millions hit their knees in memory of Fathers, Mothers, Brothers, Sisters, Sons, Daughters, Uncles, Aunts, Cousins and Friends. Many millions looked back to honor the First Americans — those who gave everything to give birth to the Immaculate Idea you call America. The current POTUS naturally took part in the tribute. Relying on his sole proficiency, he delivered token speeches convincingly, credibly and coolly. No emotion, no catch-in-the-throat. Not a tear. None of that drama. As he recited platitudes to the Nation he was pledged to defend, he already had reserved his zeal for the people of Japan. With premeditation, just two days prior to Memorial Day, he visited Hiroshima to advance the cause of nuclear disarmament. He didn’t fall to his knees. Didn’t beg for clemency. Didn’t bow. But the intent of his visit could not have been more apparent. With this visit, at this memorable time, his unspoken message was: “I’m truly sorry we dropped the bomb on that unfortunate day in 1945. It was a mistake. And we must forever atone for that sin.” To honor his own country’s sacrifice, Barack Obama didn’t show up at the USS Arizona Memorial at Pearl Harbor to remember the 2,403 Americans who were killed and the 1,178 who were wounded. He didn’t remind a nation that, in a sneak attack on a peaceful Sunday Morning a few hours before church services, 353 Imperial Japanese fighter planes, bombers and torpedo planes sank or damaged eight battleships, three cruisers, three destroyers, an anti-aircraft training ship and one mine-layer; and destroyed 188 U.S. aircraft. He didn’t use the occasion to remind a nation that the Japanese attack prompted Nazi Germany, on December 11, 1941, to declare war on the United States. He didn’t remind a nation that the Japanese war machine killed and tortured millions. http://www.hawaii.edu/powerkills/SOD.CHAP3.HTM He did not discuss horrific Japanese atrocities that few Americans could even begin to comprehend. http://listverse.com/2014/05/06/10-japanese-atrocities-from-world-war-ii/ And he didn’t reveal that, during the last months of World War II, Japan was preparing for a long-distance attack on the United States. Code-named “Cherry Blossoms at Night,” the plan called for the use of airplanes to spread plague over Southern California at night. Finalized as late as March 26, 1945, three Aichi M6A Seiran aircraft loaded with plague-infected fleas were poised to drop the plague via balloon bombs, or simply to crash. Either way, the plague would infect and kill tens of thousands. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Operation_Cherry_Blossoms_at_Night  Barack Obama didn’t remind Americans of their sacrifice to end one of the most barbarous, cold-blooded, malevolent regimes in recorded history. No, he instead preferred to honor that empire’s loss at Hiroshima at this precise time — during the observance of our country’s most revered Memorial. He could have visited Japan at any time, but he chose NOW. This decision, this action is as telling as any fingerprint. It exposes Obama’s deformed, contemptuous view of America. And unwittingly, by consistently pushing that  view, he has transformed American politics. Unwittingly, Obama’s disdain and insolence for the American way, unchecked and unchallenged by Washington’s political establishment, has fueled a smoldering resentment and awakened the silent majority. And that majority has found its voice in one Donald Trump. The experts still haven’t figured it out. The ruling political class thinks Trump’s popularity is some sort of celebrity driven, mindless hysteria, rooted in irrational anger. They fixate on Trump’s boorish behavior and boorish language. They challenge his outlandish promises. They simply can’t see the forest. They continue to make the mistake of looking at the man, not at what the man represents. Donald Trump is everything that Barack Obama isn’t. Trump is America at its core. He is the industrialist of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Ambitious, brash, bullish and driven to win. As were his ancestors. He’s the inventor, the engineer, the pioneer family, the nurse, the war hero, the educator, the builder, the dreamer, the doer. He embodies what  the people hunger for, what they know has been lost — the unflagging American Spirit — having the faith and the heart to be big, bold, competitive, exceptional and unapologetic in the pursuit of greatness. By stark contrast, Barack Hussein Obama is the antithesis of everything American. The world has seen what that America looks like — weakened, demeaned, diminished. They saw it in action with Obama at Hiroshima.

You prefer to remember another President in action who believed in and loved his country for its goodness. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=be8mdM6z2CA

Donald Trump may not be the next US President. But he has permanently changed the political landscape and has reignited a uniquely American fire.