Somewhere in America, some people have no axe to grind and no bone to pick. They belong to no activist movement. They lobby for no special attention. They go about their lives unnoticed, trying to make a life, getting things done, unobserved, under the radar. They don’t hate their jobs and don’t hate their employers. They have political opinions they never express publicly — only at the ballot box. They were fondly and  commonly called the Silent Majority. They are still silent, but no longer a majority. Their numbers have been dwindling, replaced by affiliations, alliances, clubs, coalitions, federations, gangs, leagues, syndicates, unions and other special interest organizations. These organizations and the people they represent do have axes to grind and bones to pick. They are the dissatisfied. Their chief complaint is discrimination. They feel unaccepted, victimized by bigotry, intolerance, inequity, injustice and prejudice. They are American Women, African Americans, Latin Americans, Arab Americans (Muslims), Native Americans, the LGBT Community, Jews, Atheists, Illegal Immigrants and others. Each of these groups is represented by several National Special Interest Groups (SIG’s)that speak for them. You assume these groups are in business to assign blame to the Discriminators and seek some type of redress. Unfortunately, there doesn’t seem to be a published list of Discriminators. Who are they? Against all odds, through a brilliantly executed process of elimination, you are able to expose, once and for all, these detestable culprits — none other than white Christian men of European descent, the ancestors of America’s lily white Founding Fathers. Get rid of white Christian men and discrimination would instantly and forever pass into history. African Americans would instantly excel and succeed. African American law enforcement would put an end to violent black death at the hands of white racist cops. Getting rid of filthy rich white men would eliminate income inequality, and thus, poverty. Women finally would rule the workplace. Harvesting baby body parts would become a thriving industry. The LGBT community would grow and prosper as a mainstream lifestyle. Latin Americans could cross the Southern border without interference or recrimination. In the spirit of multiculturalism, Muslims would be free to bring their religious practices and Sharia law to their restricted neighborhoods. And wars would end. But eliminating Christian white men doesn’t square with reality. Deporting all white Christian males doesn’t seem a reasonable solution to the discrimination problem. Nor is it feasible that discriminated victims could emigrate to countries that have no white Christian males. This conundrum will require impeccable leadership — someone who despises white men — someone who first-hand has experienced abuse at the hands of a white male — someone who could motivate Christian white men to voluntarily flee the American scene as fast as possible. And if that fails, she can talk discrimination to death.

Torture is a uniquely human invention and endeavor. For some, inflicting physical pain satisfies a sadistic hunger. For others, inflicting mental suffering satisfies a need for domination. Apparently, there’s exquisite joy in both. In the Pit of Despair, Prince Humperdinck could simply have executed Westley but chose to delight in his agony on The Machine. For some, you see, there’s no substitute for hands-on torment. For others, however, there’s no substitute for dispensing misery on an epic scale. From her sheltered office at the State Department, Secretary Clinton twiddled while Benghazi burned and Americans died. From the comfort of her New Castle digs, Clinton conspired as the Middle East erupted and ISIS arose from the rubble. From her seat on sleek private jets, Clinton plotted her presidential run, as her private email server risked America’s national security and the very lives of Her foreign agents. From her mouth at the most recent campaign stop, you heard sounds that no man living or dead can tolerate — sounds that every man fears — sounds that make every man’s skin crawl — sounds that make water boarding seem like child’s play. This is true torture — hearing those shrill, strident, jarring, piercing sounds. As she shouted, screamed and screeched, you contemplated the new terror of a new Clinton presidency. Suddenly, foreign policy, the economy, immigration and healthcare seem trivial. IRS intimidation is just politics as usual. Harvesting and selling baby body parts is nothing of consequence. The national debt, poverty, crime, terrorism and corruption are mere distractions. Suddenly, you grasp the meaning of unimaginable horror — something Dorothy must have felt when she first heard the banshee shrieks of the Wicked Witch of the West. Suddenly, you remember that Clinton would be Commander In Chief. That would place the nation’s military directly in her line of fire — verbal fusillades which no amount of training could alleviate. Suddenly, you recall that she yelled her support for every special interest except yours — for women’s rights, student rights, LGBT rights,  African American rights and immigrant rights — but not a syllable about white working men. You can only pray, every hour on the hour, that every real man and every real woman of any color and any political affiliation, will reject this deceitful old lady — not because she’s unethical and unscrupulous — and not because she’s never accomplished anything of value in her ineffectual career. No, she (and her sleazy husband) must finally be rejected and sent away, because this Nation of the People, by the People and for the People can little endure the daily assault of that grating, torturous voice.

There’s a lot of political lying going on. No one, least of all the average guy on the street, knows who or what to believe. The lying isn’t new. As a group, politicians occupy the lowest rung on the Ladder of Virtue. Not surprisingly, they share that rung with attorneys — in many cases, of course, they are one and the same. No matter. Going in, you can’t  trust what politicians say. The Elder Bush said, “Read my lips.” Sayonara, sir. The current Occupant said, “You can keep your doctor.” Many morons believed him. Willy said, “I did not have sex with that woman.” Pants on fire. Deal with the deception. You have no excuses when you finally make your presidential pick.  You can’t even adopt the Russian proverb used by Reagan: “Trust but verify.” Because there is no basis for trust. So do your homework like a good little citizen. Wipe away your feelings. Suppress your emotions. Send the experts packing. Ignore the slogans. And assemble the facts — those pesky things Sherlock Holmes called — evidence. Who knows, your heart and head may decide to land on the same grownup. On the other hand, you argue, why  sweat it? Ninety percent of voters will invest exactly zero minutes in an honest evaluation of a candidate’s history — of their core beliefs, of their brain power, of their body of work. Instead, most of them will listen to friend’s talk, street talk and cyber talk. And most of them will exercise blind loyalty to, of all things, a Political Party. Not to America. To a Party. Blind loyalty is as real as rain — because no living human being, no fair-minded human being, no educated human being, no ethical human being — after looking at her history — could begin to support Hillary Clinton, without it. Blindly, they do, by the tens of millions. Once you grasp and accept that somber reality, friend, you can fully comprehend why and how chaos can defile your shrinking planet. And it’s happening at a record pace. Corruption and tyranny are pandemic. In America, for instance, another congenital liar and common criminal from the same family may once again sully the Oval Office. That abomination could never happen in a righteous land. Good people of any political persuasion or self interest could never debase themselves or dishonor the memory of a nation’s heroes and heroines by choosing a seasoned racketeer. Wait a minute. You wouldn’t dare suggest that those who vote for the Boss of the Clinton Crime Family are not good people. Yes, that’s exactly what you suggest. You can’t be serious. Twenty million voters are not bad people. Yes, they are. But some of them are friends. Yes. Some of them are family. Yes. Most of them are salts of the earth — decent and generous neighbors. Yes. If you really believe good people are bad people, you should get your affairs in order, say bye bye to civilization and strike out for the hills to become a modern day Jeremiah Johnson, find yourself a nice, dry cave, and with your wildlife skills, expect to survive, say, about three days. Bad idea. A better idea is to offer a solution that, if adopted, would revolutionize the election process and simultaneously entertain television debate audiences. This solution would be modeled after the 1950’s game show To Tell The Truth. Using WiFi, each candidate (contestant) would be “wired” to individual lie detectors. Tell a lie and various alarms (horns, buzzers, bells) would signal the severity of the lie. A big lie gets a blaring siren. With today’s technology, there’s no need for this nation ever again to be held hostage in the hands of lying politicians, much less a President. This technology should also accompany every congressional hearing. Imagine the outcome of lie detection at Hillary’s Benghazi hearing. Ear plugs would be a hot commodity. In a free country, you can’t outlaw the lie. But you can expose the liars — and throw the bums and bumettes out — permanently.