The Only True Way to End Racism

I have been debating whether-or-not to write this article for days, but this afternoon a movie came on that I have not seen in many years, and it made me think I should go ahead with this post. The movie was "Driving Miss Daisy" (hopefully Antifa and Black Lives Matter will not decide to burn my building to the ground). It reminded me of a pivotal incident that occurred when I was in middle school, both for myself and for the other girl who was involved.

In 1974, my father was stationed in Huntington Beach, California, and for whatever reason we were given Navy housing in San Pedro. I attended Dodson Junior High School where, at the time, kids were being bused in from Wilmington. As a result, we had a serious gang problem, and I spent most of my afternoons trying to dodge gang members outside the school who were just looking for someone, anyone, to beat up.

In order to get home, I had to go down a very steep hill about three blocks to Western Avenue. I crossed at the light, went another block, and when I turned right I was "safely" in Navy housing. I was "safe". Most of the time.

A very brief history is in order before I continue. I always hated fighting. It never made one damned bit of sense to me, although when I got close to adulthood I realized sometimes it is a necessary evil. But I never saw the point of duking it out with someone. You give me a black eye, I give you a bloody nose...what did we prove? Did we solve anything? No. I was sixteen before I ever hit another person. So, that is the framework within which I approached the following encounter.

As I turned down the final couple of blocks to my duplex, a girl came toward me who I had never seen before. She was black, and I am white. She walked up to me and pushed me. You know, that shove people give you because they want you to hit them so you can fight? I tried to walk around her one direction and she blocked me. So I tried to walk the other way around her and she blocked me again. She pushed me again, saying, "Hit me!" I tried in vain to find a way around her. Clearly exasperated, she pushed me two more times saying, "Hit me! Hit me! Why won't you hit me?!"

I replied, "I don't even know you. Why do I want to hit you?"

She stood there flabbergasted.

She stared at me for several seconds, then she said, "Well, do you want to walk home with me?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "OK".

And just like that we were glued at the hip until her family was transferred to another location.

Now, we were both barely pubescent, so we never discussed what happened that day, but looking back on it I think I understand what happened. Wendy was used to fighting. She was used to white people wanting to fight. So, she decided to get the whole thing over with from the start, and when I did not participate I think (and hope) it was a turning point in her life. I know it was in mine. I don't think she really wanted to fight at all. She was just used to it. 

Those of you who have seen "Driving Miss Daisy" may understand the point I am trying to make. It was that one-on-one encounter that taught us both something. Not some "reeducation program" created by Marxists that will do nothing but divide us further. What we really need to do is get to know each other. One-on-one. In person. One at a time. Without interference from anyone else.

Contrary to what we are seeing right now, most people do not believe the stereotypes and do not buy into the Marxist division being played out on the news every day. Most of us judge the people in our lives based upon the behavior of the people in our lives.

That is how it should be.

And it is the only way we will ever heal.

I QUIT

I cannot handle any more. I am done. You know, it is one thing to fight for a worthy cause when there are clear-cut lines. It is quite another when anarchy reigns, when people do not understand what they are saying and doing, when everyone is drawing lines without even knowing where those lines should be drawn.

I GIVE UP.

After years of people calling for civil war with some romanticized view of what war is because they saw it in a movie, we are now on a collision course with civil war and not one of the nitwits who are orgasmic at the prospect have one clue what they are rooting for. Not one of these yahoos have seen someone's head explode, not one of them has been splattered with brains, not one of them has seen anything other than some fucking Play Station game, but they are all for it.

SO BE IT.

But do not ask me to be part of it.

This will go down in history as a manufactured war, where people who claim to be intellectuals got sucked in and thought it was going to be fun, and people were slaughtered for no reason at all. Is our system perfect? No. Is any system perfect? No. So, let's riot, right? That will solve everything.

NOT.

People have lost their fucking minds. I never thought the United States of America would just up and surrender, but we have. "Black Lives Matter Plaza" sealed the deal. Let's all just recite the Shahada and stop pretending we give a fuck. Because ALL OF YOU have surrendered. ALL OF YOU. EVERY person who ever called a black person a "nigger". EVERY person who ever called a white person a "cracker". EVERY person who ever called an Asian "chink". EVERY person who ever called anyone ANYTHING other than his/her name. YOU ARE ALL GUILTY. And you FED this FICTIONAL RACE WAR that Andropov predicted. KUDOS. 

YOU. FUCKING. IDIOTS.

I have stories I can tell of the things I have done throughout my life to help others who have different skin color, but those stories will fall on deaf ears because EVERYONE WANTS A FUCKING WAR. Well, enjoy it without me.

I. QUIT.

George Floyd: Thoughts from a Human Being

After several days of listening to talking heads, and watching events unfold, I have a few things I would like to say.

First, if African-Americans do not wish to be judged by the color of their skin, DO NOT JUDGE ME BY THE COLOR OF MINE!!!!!

I had NOTHING to do with Mr. Floyd's death, yet self-righteous social justice warriors hell-bent on proving they are "enlightened" have engaged in non-stop PANDERING to black activists. "Oh, I am so sorry. We are all fucked up. We need to figure out why we are all fucked up, and figure out how to stop being all fucked up."

AGAIN: I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT!!!

I, like TENS OF MILLIONS OF AMERICANS OF ALL RACES, COLORS, AND CREEDS, WERE APPALLED AT WHAT HAPPENED IN MINNEAPOLIS!!! To attribute the actions of this asshole to an entire RACE smacks of...well...umm...RACISM!!!

I do NOT need people apologizing for me! If I need to apologize for something, I will do so, WITHOUT the likes of MSNBC "speaking" for me!!!

Now, then. I have always fought against racism, which FAR TOO OFTEN involves fighting fellow "conservatives" who think it is apropos to call African-Americans "nigger", "monkey", "ape", "animal", and the like. I have absolutely no idea when that became fashionable, but it is WRONG, and I have a FIFTY-EIGHT-YEAR-LONG-RECORD of fighting this stupidity, so ENOUGH with lumping me in with everyone in the world who shares my skin pigmentation!!!

I am happy to hear that Derek Chauvin is in custody. His compatriots will be joining him soon. I LOVE this prosecutor who came out with a very short and sweet announcement. This guy means business! Everyone really needs to calm down and go to the beach for the weekend or something because that mic drop moment was priceless. When was the last time you have ever heard a public official deliver a one-liner and then open it up to questions? NEVER!

Finally, something else is going on here, which I hope the DOJ is focusing on. These two men worked at the same club for five years. They have a background. We have video showing Mr. Floyd being escorted WITHOUT INCIDENT to a patrol car. We then have video showing him flat on his face. HOW DID HE GET THERE? I am hoping and praying someone has video that fills in those few seconds because whatever happened has something to do with Mr. Chauvin. I can smell it. We need to know what happened with them while they were working at the club, and we need to know what happened when Chauvin hit the scene on Monday. 

Can we all just take a deep breath and wait for this to play out? We will get all of this filled in, and we do not need to keep sniping at each other for this to happen.

#Coronavirus: The Stupidity of "#Quarantine"

Life is a risk. When I decide to take a shower, there is a risk that I will slip, fall, crack my head open on the tub, and die. No one will even know until the rent becomes past due.

Oh, but the children. Well, they can be standing at the bus stop waiting for the school bus when a drunken driver goes flying down the street, loses control of his vehicle, and slams into the little tykes, throwing them one hundred yards to their deaths.

Oh, but Gramma. OK, I will actually give you that one, but here is this: If you are at risk, STAY HOME. SINCE WHEN does Gramma get to demand that I stay home so SHE can go out?! 

Is anyone really looking forward to restaurants opening, so that we can PAY FOR someone in hospital garb to serve us pricey food for the privilege of using DISPOSABLE PLATES AND UTENSILS???

This PSYOP has gotten completely out-of-hand. Did my readers hear the report that the CDC actually recommended we "socially-distance" from our PETS?! THESE PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO KILL US! Not the virus. THE POWERS-THAT-BE!

ENOUGH with this nonsense. I live in Las Vegas. After many, MANY contradictory reports about whether-or-not SSI, VA, and Railroad benefit recipients will receive a stimulus check, I FINALLY got word that I will receive one and I have been told the date. 

Groovy. So, what do I do with it? Well, obviously, in my financial position most of it is getting tucked away so I can take care of myself during this STUPIDITY and beyond, but it sure would be nice to go out and have a nice meal. Or go to a movie. Or put $20 in a slot machine and play twenty-five cents at a time so I can entertain myself for an hour or two.

Can I do that? NO! Because NOTHING IS OPEN, and even when our tyrannical governor finally opens the casinos again on May 22, it is going to be like the Twilight Zone. Employees specifically assigned to make sure everyone is six feet away from everyone else. How fun. Sure. I would LOVE to WASTE MY MONEY being treated like a DAMNED LEPER!!!!!

This shit needs to STOP! PERIOD! If you are sick, stay home. If you are scared, stay home. If you are a germophobe, stay home. STOP RUINING MY LIFE TO MAKE YOURSELF FEEL BETTER!!!!! It only makes me wish you WOULD contract the damned virus so you would be one less person running around telling me to stay in my PRISON CELL indefinitely and be HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!

SCREW YOU PEOPLE!!! SERIOUSLY!!! WHO-IN-HELL ARE YOU TO DICTATE MY LIFE???????????????????????????

"Out of Shadows" #CIA Documentary with Perspective

I am going to post a link to this movie at the end of my post, but first I would like to make a few observations. Without question, CIA should be destroyed. They went off the range pretty much from the beginning.

However, I am old enough to remember when television was fun, and actually educational. I learned the Preamble to the Constitution thanks to "Schoolhouse Rock" on ABC. I see nothing wrong with Elmer Fudd chasing Bugs Bunny, nor with Wiley Coyote chasing the Road Runner. And I see nothing wrong with airing patriotic films in a time of war. Do we really need to feed the "Baby Killer" mantra? That crowd seems to come up with that bullshit all on their own. I think encouraging the public in a time of hardship is helpful.

I also remember a time when no one on television was divorced, sex was not even alluded to, respectful children were the rule rather than the exception, homosexuality was never even considered, abortion was not mentioned, and (as is the case with "South Park") the epithet beginning with the letter "f" was not bleeped in favor of PERMITTING the epithet "G-- d--- i--" at least twenty times per episode (and being used by fictional FOURTH GRADERS, for crying out loud!)

But again, it has gone too far. The Coronavirus is a classic example. We cannot go more than ten minutes without at least two commercials telling us how wonderful it is to be in prison and how great it is that companies want to help "keep you safe". BULLSHIT! PURE PROPAGANDA!

We all know violent music that debases women and glorifies racism, hatred, murder, and drugs has destroyed the younger generation. Add to that movies where blood is splattered all over the screen for two-to-three-hours, and addictive video games that teach people to kill others in order to "score", and it is little wonder the country has turned into what it is now.

One of the most shocking parts of this film is something Mika Brzezinski says on the MSNBC clip about halfway into the video. It is shocking because I do not watch that network so this is the first time I have heard it. It is NOT shocking if you recall who her father was.

So, here is "Out of Shadows". Let us try not to throw out the baby with the bathwater. While probably 75% of television these days is negative propaganda, not all propaganda is necessarily negative. It can be positive, as in the case of short films people saw during World War II. I hope everyone will watch this movie carefully, and with a critical eye both to CIA and the rare-but-still-in-existence GOOD that SOME entertainment provides.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MY8Nfzcn1qQ&feature=youtu.be

7-Eleven Lies to its Customers and Adds to #Coronavirus Panic

Apparently, we do not get enough mind-fucking from the endless "briefings", interviews with "experts" now claiming we must be locked down for a year-and-a-half, public service announcements by Oprah and other rich bitches smiling and telling us how wonderful it is to be home alone (cute coming from people who can spend their days in a different room every day for MONTHS!)...we have to have owners of 7-Eleven franchises treating us like lepers, increasing the "rules" every single damned day...AND BLAMING IT ALL ON THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT!

They started out by closing their slot machines. Then they demanded that we place our money on the counter instead of handing it directly to the cashier (does the counter have some magical ability to remove viruses from money?). Then they started demanding we stand on blue tape spread throughout the store to maintain "social distancing", and limited the number of people in the store to ten. When people began complaining, they replied that they were just following the orders of the health department. 

Today I went over there to try and find something I was unable to get at Albertson's, and there were two signs posted that said, "NO ONE ENTERS WITHOUT THEIR FACES COVERED! NO EXCEPTIONS!!!" I blew a gasket, and as it turned out I ran into a Metro cop and we began talking about my various complaints about this entire fiasco, including the mess at 7-Eleven. He said, "Well, just to let you know, these directives are not coming from the health department, the city, the county, the state, the Governor, the President, the CDC, nor anyone else. Suggestions have been made, but none of it is being enforced as a matter of law. What is happening at 7-Eleven is being done by the FRANCHISE OWNER."

So, not only have they treated us like lepers; they FLAT-OUT LIED TO THEIR CUSTOMERS!!! So, for ANYONE who goes to the 7-Eleven located at 1740 E. Fremont Street in Las Vegas, Nevada: THEY ARE LIARS! EVERY SINGLE EMPLOYEE IN THAT STORE HAS BEEN LYING TO EVERY SINGLE CUSTOMER WHO HAS WALKED IN THERE!!!

I strongly urge everyone to BOYCOTT this store, and DRIVE THE LIARS OUT OF BUSINESS! In a time of turmoil and insanity, it is IRRESPONSIBLE AT BEST to keep piling it on day, after day, after day, FOR NO DAMNED REASON OTHER THAN THEIR OWN PERSONAL PARANOIA! If they are that damned scared, CLOSE THE DAMNED STORE AND STAY HOME!

Let us help them do that, shall we? There are PLENTY of other convenience stores within mere blocks of this LYING FRANCHISE. We should give THEM our business, and shut this store DOWN!

My Best Friend in Life, Darcus Ann Greco: A Tragic Ending for a Beautiful Woman

Last Friday evening, I discovered the worst news a friend could possibly learn. My best friend died in a house fire last October 12th in Bakersfield, California. Before I give the details, I would like to explain who she was.

I met Darcus through a mutual friend back when I was twenty-two years old. Our mutual friend put us in touch, because I was struggling to support myself with a minimum wage job (back when minimum wage was FAR lower than it is today). Darcus graciously took me in, sight unseen. We hit it off immediately, and soon we were palling around like we had been best friends in high school. Soon after I moved in, I found a good job and was able to move into my own apartment in a few months. 

We were friends through my marriage, my subsequent divorce; we were friends through all of the young adult traumas I encountered (she was seven years older than I was), she was by my side through two surgeries, I was by her side through several of her hospitalizations. We acted silly together; we went grocery shopping in the middle of the night together so we could take our time and goof off. We played, laughed, and cried together. She was there through my ex-husband's heart attack; she was by my side through my grandmother's death. She delivered several of our friend's children. She was active in her church, and extremely dedicated to her faith.

But mostly she was a devoted wife and mother who home-schooled her children and raised them to be responsible, caring adults. 

Until her husband betrayed her in the most horrific, unimaginable way. I am not at liberty to describe the details, but that night was the beginning of the end of my best friend. For the next twenty years she did everything possible to deal with her pain, engaging in behaviors you would think no one her age would get involved in; such was the depth of her pain.

It all ended last October 12th in a house fire where she died all alone. According to the coroner's report, she died of smoke inhalation combined with methamphetamine intoxication and cardiopulmonary disease. She was sixty-five years old. Those people in Bakersfield who did not know her in Salinas, California would never have guessed the person she was back then, but many of us know. We had all hoped she would eventually pull out of the lurch she was in, but none of us are in a position to know what we would have done nor how we would have reacted to the shock she experienced that fateful night.

The only thing I know for sure is, every single thing that happened to her after that night falls squarely on the shoulders of her former (scumbag) husband, Charles Greco, son of Art Greco of Greco Construction on River Road in Salinas. My only hope now is that he will suffer for all eternity for what he turned her into through his evil behaviors. No amount of pain he could ever endure could ever compare to the destruction he caused. May he receive the justice he so richly deserves, and may he never receive mercy for what he has done.

And may Darcus Ann Greco rest in the peace she has sought for the past twenty years. 

"G-d, full of mercy, Who dwells above, give rest on the wings of the Divine Presence, amongst the holy, pure and glorious who shine like the sky, to the soul of Darcus Ann Greco, daughter of James A. Holloman, for whom prayer was offered in the memory of her soul. Therefore, the Merciful One will protect her soul forever, and will merge her soul with eternal life. The Everlasting is her heritage, and she shall rest peacefully at her lying place, and let us say: Amein."