Merely the Caretaker…

It was… maybe 46 years ago – 1972…

I was sales representative at a Volkswagen dealership in Evanston, Illinois. The owners name was Herman Eberhardt. Older buildings, and the dealership was split, with the body and paint shop on the South side of the lot – and that is where the treasure was to be found…

I have told my story many times in the past, but we will share the basis of it once more, so that you will understand the significance of my discovery. (Continue to Metropolis Café…)

The Hypocrisy of Racism in America

All my life, I’ve been perplexed by the fact that white people are the only people who are ever referred to as racists, when people of other skin-colors are just as guilty of what we call Racism. The following “speech” has been attributed to comedian and actor Michael Richards (well known for his role as Kramer on television’s “Seinfeld”) after he went on a “racial tirade” when heckled while onstage on November 17, 2006. It is said that this was the defense speech Mr. Richards gave in a court case related to his rant. However, I have managed to trace the origin of the document back to someone using the online-alias “junkhunter” who posted it in Google Groups on December 9, 2005, almost a year BEFORE Mr. Richards went on his rant. The original document has been hijacked and rewritten to some extent (parts added AND removed), but the basic message has remained intact. Regardless of its origin, it is an incredibly accurate description of racism in America. Here is the document, including not only all the original text, but also the additional text, altered slightly for easier reading ~ LS
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The Final Word: Let’s Call This What It Is

When you “suddenly” remember the son of the family you’ve got an axe to grind against molested you 35 years ago in an incident both other parties deny ever happened, for which any shred of credibility evaporated 34 1/2 years ago, with no witnesses, and no possibility to establish anything but your level of current animus and mental instability, and you’re a barking moonbat, described by your own student’s reviews as “crazy”, and prone to hold a grudge, and you work in the psychology field, (where the 90+% whackdoodles there to self-diagnose give the other 10% a bad name, since forever – and I’m rounding the 90+ percentage downward to give them every benefit of the doubt), and you were anonymous until you’d scrubbed your entire sad frothing leftard life, being represented by another moonbat as counsel, and pimped, in secret, by the Den Mother of communist lunacy in the Senate, who won’t have anything to do with you after she’s used you to try and shoot the nominee in the face, you aren’t peddling truth, you’re pimping an agenda, and you’re quite simply a wagon full of bullshit. Continue reading

Without Apology…

Editor’s NOTE: I am not the author of the following, however it is exactly how I feel. The hell with the haters, the Hillary’s and Obama’s, and the leftist polly-ticians from California, We are either all American’s or we are not. Well… the Illegal Invaders and the Akbars don’t count. The following was posted on Facebook by Richard H. Hix.~ JB

I offer no apology for what I am posting. For this is truly how I feel. Please know this is my opinion and not open for debate. If you disagree, or find my position offensive, we can agree to disagree!

In my lifetime, I have neither seen, nor heard of a President scrutinized over every word he speaks, humiliated by the public to the point of disgrace, slandered, ridiculed, insulted, lied to and about beyond common logic, threatened with death, his wife, our beautiful First Lady disrespected and threatened with rape, and his children also insulted and humiliated. Continue reading

The Way We Were…

…and the way it was!

I grew up in a little town about 25 miles north of Chicago called Northbrook, Ilinois at a time when everyone treated each other with respect. We didn’t eat a lot of fast food. We drank Kool-aid, ate lunch meat sandwiches, PB&J sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwiches, hot dogs, but mostly home made meal such as meatloaf, fried chicken, roast beef & pork chops, black eye peas, snap peas…

We grew up during a time when we would gather glass bottles to take to the store and use the deposit money to buy penny candy. (We even got a brown paper bag to put the candy in). You sure could get a lot for 25 cents. We went outside to play games, rode bikes, jumped rope and raced against sibling played hide and seek, Red Rover, Red light green light, mother may I, kick the can and yes the games got more daring as we grew…There was no bottled water, no microwave or cable tv, no cell phones, no hair straighteners… Continue reading

Decline in the Fall (or Late Summer, Anyway)

“We all din chai dau now. We clazzee Amelicans.”

I am not sure why people write columns. Partly from boredom, I suppose, or lack of anything better to do. Partly from exasperation. Yet partly from the hope that if enough people collectively become aware of problems, they might, just maybe, do something about them. I can’t believe this any longer. Today’s crimes, lunacies, and decays are too many, profitable, and intractable. We are racing out of control toward some as yet dimly limned catastrophe. Hang on and take the ride.

To begin with, America is no longer a country. It is a set of special interests occupying the same place: Corporations, races, ethnicities, faiths, ideologies, foreign agents pretending to be Americans, all at each other’s throats. No cure is possible. Continue reading

Common Ground…

the Short Take of it all

We are all heated. We are all angry – many of us for the same reasons – many for even other reasons. The entire political system in this country from the top down is rotten. The pussies, the snowflakes and the spoiled brats are angry – but they aren’t even sure why, so they get paid to go out and raise hell and protest, but when asked “why” – most don’t even have an answer. Antifa and some of the other spoiled groups are getting paid under the table by – maybe Soros, maybe someone else. And then that worthless lying Porch Monkey comes out of his hiding place (from the bath house?) and is stirring up even more anger and confusion. It is going to get real ugly real soon. We must all find common ground among us, and stop wasting our time with the small stuff. It gets us nowhere.

I’ll see you at Sundown…

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