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Richard is a writer and a fisherman.
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To the left is a picture of a big musky
Richard is a writer and a fisherman.
Links to seven books currently for sale are found below.
A large amount of writing content on many subjects can be found on the site www.richardminichwriter.com. This site has new writing content added every month..
To the left is a picture of a big musky
A good fisherman has fun, the best fisherman has the most fun." Aunt Bea
Richard A. Minich is a writer.
Richard is a fisherman. A musky specialist for many years, he has written the well-received Becoming A Musky Hunter Trilogy. He is also a multi-species angler in the Lake Erie/Niagara River/Lake Ontario fisherman’s paradise. The Trilogy consists of: The Accidental Musky, The Quest for Girthra, and Becoming A Musky Hunter. Links below.
Richard is a storyteller. He wrote the Joe Gaspe adventure series trilogy. A musky fisherman and a man of action, Joe Gaspe and his network of heroes star in: Fireships & Brimstone, Girls Before Swine, and Dread Upon the Waters. A fourth adventure, Vengeance is Thine is in the works. Links below.
Richard is working on a significant new work, a historical novel titled; The Last Foul Shot of Smile-On-His-Face.
Richard is a new creature in Christ and writes many stories and opinion pieces on his journey to faith and mission travel at his site www.richardminichwriter.com. He also has a book, A Mission for Me (and You), available here on eBay. He is working on a long piece entitled From Fishing to Faith.
Richard worked in factory management for twenty-five years in supervision, industrial engineering, safety and quality management.
Richard owned a business for ten years.
Richard worked in retail at a hardware store/home center for ten years. This was an opportunity to help people and was very gratifying.
Richard writes about many things like memoir, allegory, comments of the local scene and random thoughts on the world, at www. richardminichwriter.com.a link is available here
To see a sample of my writing, to get a sense of my voice and to understand my sense of humor, I offer you this little story of an adventure that happened last November. During an early winter storm, the area where I live got seven feet of snow in four days. More pieces of writing can be found at www.richardminichwriter.com linked here.
My New Love
I didn’t think she was my type. I was used to the more classically built, the huskier in voice, more statuesque in frame, one with more bottom. But I have been won over by her companionship on the trip to the Land Between the Lakes and her response and help in the Snowvember storm.
My Previous Three
Nellie Belle, the 1991 Chevy Suburban, was so hot that she went through three radiators but we traveled 350,000 miles together and I was still able to sell her. I drove that car for business five days per week for years, towed big boats with her, drove her to Minnesota and Chicago, and was t-boned twice. She never failed me.
Daddy’s Caddy, a 1993 Cadillac El Dorado, had so much bottom that she couldn’t get out of her own way. She was fast but her rear wheel drive meant I had to push her out of the driveway with Joan driving even in a little bit of snow. I bought her for $3500 and sold her for $1500 minus a 100 dollar commission. This was a car that, when I was driving on the 401 in Canada and saw a quintessentially reckless Canadian driver approaching from the rear, could amp up that Corvette engine seamlessly to reaching 93 miles per hour and leave the nutbag in the dust.
The Black Beast, a previously totaled 1996 Dodge Full-Sized Ram Pickup, had a deep and husky voice and a body that would shake and rattle. She had a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on. She was bought for $1500, rode hard for six years, and sold for $500. One time The Black Beast was stopped and a cell phone texting driver of a little plastic car bumped into her at less than 5 mph. There wasn’t a discernible scratch on The Beast but the whole front of the other fellow’s car fell off.
All three of these vehicles were so prepossessing that, faced with hitting me, all the puny cars on the road would shy away from a collision. I had my way with them.
I now drive a Honda CR-V that I have given a love name. I call her The Pencil Sharpener because that is what she sounds like compared to my previous full-throated vehicles.
The Pencil Sharpener (Penny) saved my bacon, hauled my freight, and didn’t say no. She looked without seeing when I did something stupid, pig-headed and just something only a man would attempt. She slapped me silly, struggled with me and for me, and got me home.
But first, she took me on a long trip. We went to far-Western Kentucky, about eleven hundred miles each way. That trip is covered in my travel piece September is the Best Month for Travel.
It was during the recent storm designated as Knife but also called Snowvember when The Pencil Sharpener and I became BFFs.
I don’t miss work, take it as a badge of honor that I don’t get drunk sick or really sick, and show up and hold up my end every day. So, on Tuesday of the snow event that would drop something more than five feet of accumulation in my location, I got up and ran the snow blower to clear the driveway. It took almost two hours to clear the eighteen inches of snow. I took a shower, bolted my breakfast, threw together a lunch and went out to prove why I am a big dummy.
I never heard the plows. Normal mornings if I hear the plows clearing Bullis Road I know I will have to clear snow to go to work. That morning I heard nothing but when I looked out there was a lot of snow. It was knee high when I plodded down to the garage.
Only plow-equipped 4WD trucks went by while I did my laps up and down the driveway. There were two tracks down the middle of the street, no plowed-in piles of snow at the end and only a few of those trucks going by.
Windblown snow made me blind the whole time I was working on the driveway. I couldn’t see much of anything. Despite all these signals, I cleared The Pencil Sharpener and ventured forth.
There was a guy in the ditch just past my neighbor’s driveway. I stopped to see if he needed help. He said he would be all right but warned me there was nothing but snow ahead. I said that I would try anyway.
Two tracks, no visibility, on I went. I got through the dip where Townline Road goes off to the right and the visibility, already near zero, got worse. That is when I drove into a bank of un-plowed snow in the middle of the road that was higher than the top of my hood. Poof, the snow came over my hood, buried my windshield and froze my wipers into immobility.
The Pencil Sharpener told me no when it hit that bank of snow. I got out, looked at the prospects and began shoveling with the little collapsible shovel that was inside the car. There were only those two tracks. I could not tell where the edges of the road were but I knew that if I got off the surface on either side, I would be in bigger trouble. That is when The Pencil Sharpener and I executed a one hundred point turn. We went forward and back turning the steering wheel almost to the limit each way. It was ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee back and forth gaining half a foot toward a one-hundred-eighty degree turn with each ee-ee-ee . I had my head out the window because the wipers didn’t work and, though I couldn’t see much out the window, it was more than I could see out the windshield. After enough of those ee-ee-ees I got going back toward home on the two-track.
I saw the guy who had been in the ditch turning up Townline and he said he was on his way home. How he got a normal sedan out of the snowbank I don’t know. I continued on but here came a big pick up with a plow down the two-track toward me. He wasn’t going to give ground so I pull off to the right and let him pass. There I was stuck again barely able to go a few inches forward and back. With our patented ee-ee-ee-ee move, the Pencil Sharpener and I ooched our way back into the two-track and made it back to my driveway. I decided to call off work. It turns out that the store never opened on Tuesday and I got a snow day.
The Brave Little Pencil Sharpener is all wheel drive and that works very well. However, the wheel base is not high though I made it home with her stalwart assistance. The females in my life upbraided me for my foolishness in even trying to go through three towns that were imposing driving bans for my paltry wages. My new love took care of me, that Pencil Sharpener, and I am now devoted to her.
Trigger warning! Snowflakes, head for your safe spaces. Only those willing to read about politics, my politics should read the piece below.
Saint Thomas Aquinas thought vultures were lesbians fertilized by the wind.
When seeking truth in life, intellectuals can often be misleading.
My friend Rose gave me a whole passel of books that she wanted out of her attic. There were some that I read, many that my son sold on eBay and many that we gave away. One of the treasures in the trove was an October 1958 issue of Popular Mechanics which is amazing in several ways.
In 1958 this magazine cost 35 cents and it was full. One thing it was full of was advertising for all sorts of interesting things, like build a boat at home, get a law degree at night and the offer of 200 five-foot-long balloons for $1.
There were apparently many ways to make a living or at least a little money in 1958. It was also full of articles, 29 by my count. Articles were from the eminently practical like; How to Use Cold Chisels, to the more imaginative, How to build a “squeeze bottle” toy Machine gun.
The article that was most astounding, that caught my eye, and pertains to the quote at the beginning was, The New Age of “Atomic Crops.” Here, it is explained how scientists and a doctor at the Brookhaven National Laboratory use a slug of Cobalt 60 to irradiate a field of vegetables with gamma rays to achieve stupendous growth.
The various Doctors brag in the article about speeding up nature’s program in two ways by, greatly accelerating natural mutation rate, boasting hundreds of times as many mutations as would occur naturally and multiplying the size of various crops. They have filled many showcases that boast of the superior radiated offspring. The magazine shows a picture a giant peanut produced at the lab garden that makes an ordinary goober appear miniscule.
“We have found that by radiation we can get almost anything out of a plant we really want. Most food plants are old fashioned; they need to be reconstructed to suit the needs of modern agriculture.” The scientist quoted goes on, but his hubris remains plain.
I go back to re-read Aquinas again every once in a while.
How is it that…
When I go to the class reunion next year, I wilI be eating with the ones who have called me myopic and misguided for supporting a fascist, indeed Hitlerian, candidate associated with white supremacists. By association, they have been calling me ignorant, stupid, a braggart, paternalistic, a bigot, and astoundingly, have been attacking me with the old anti-Semitic canard of double loyal—that is, that my support of Israel would lead me to support the dangerous Trump, although, at the same time, I am called, like Trump and his supporters, anti-Semitic. Since I know that I am not a fascist monster, does that mean Trump, with whom they associate me, is not one either? At that reunion, will I be eating at a table prepared before me in the presence of my enemies?
In the fifties, when Japanese cars were first sold in the United States, they met a lot of sales resistance, not just because of the late war but because they were thought, correctly, by the customers to be cheaply made. The principles of scientific management in factories–taught to the Japanese by W. Edwards Deming and other American engineers–enabled the Japanese companies to improve their cars rapidly and continually to the point where today they dominate the market in the US. The American companies, with unions and management fighting tooth and nail, stayed with their heavy iron vehicles, ever-escalating costs and diminishing quality until they destroyed the companies all together. Now the government has a heavy hand in GM and Chrysler and they are unlikely to recover from that. When I researched a small pickup truck for my daughter on an American rating site, the top nine trucks were Nissan Frontier models and the tenth was a Toyota Tacoma. The Chevy Colorado, that originally caught her eye, had so many problems the people at Edmunds (the rating site) advised one to steer clear.
Why this talk of cars and trucks? Just to point out that things change over time. All these radicals who in the sixties advocated distrust of the state have now become champions of the state controlling everything from lightbulbs, to speech, to rain water, to what a particular person of faith is allowed to proclaim, and soon, what he or she will be allowed to think. My Facebook friends and relatives have swallowed the party line to where they are gut-hooked and the all-consuming state has reeled them in and swallowed them and their thoughts. With the election of Trump they are resisting him but had Clinton been elected, they would have redoubled their statism.
I received an email attacking me as a misogynistic, homophobic, fascist, racist evil moron because I am a Christian. This was from someone who has never met me but, since I am on the net, they might have read things I have written. If I wasn’t retired, I could easily lose my job, stunt my career, risk my reputation and become a person no one would touch in any way by writing things about my faith journey, a regular topic of mine.
The sense of moral superiority elicited by these friends on Facebook makes them immune to worry about the many despicable tactics they engage in. They throw around the term fascist while mobilizing the state to enforce rules on what others may say, think and do.
This is why the media went all-in against Trump, to enforce the party line because he defied the PC-diktat and spat in their eye. His defiance is a great part of his populist appeal. That is also why when one journalist calls him dark and scary, they all call him dark and scary.
Compare the line on any story on the three major networks and it will be the same left leaning line on them all. But go to PBS and NPR and they toe the party line so rigidly that one does not even recognize it as the same story.
NPR’s appeal to the elite is very strong; though I don’t think even they believe that it appeals to the people. My PBS station, trying to raise money, had Judy Woodruff calling classical music the music of all the people. Nobody believes that. Then the station manager made a plea for money saying that if viewers didn’t pony up more money they (the station) might have to make some difficult decisions. I assume he was talking about cutting programs, but he didn’t seem to realize there is a society around him where difficult decisions are an everyday part of life.
Turn off NPR, CBS, NBC, ABC or Fox for a month and read the Quran and see what the religion of peace actually enjoins its followers to do. A hint to you atheists, the Christians and Jews can live under Sharia as slaves, the atheists cannot live at all.
Linda’s post came as a forward from a Facebook page entitled God, (rather pretentious and blasphemous I would think). It showed a drawing, obviously meant to represent Jesus peering in and saying the following words, (this was not the blond Jesus represented in the famous Head of Christ by Warner Sallman—a Swedish born man who had that vision come to him and understandably made the Christ look Swedish. The representation in Linda’s shared post was darker skinned and had dark hair, but it was not a Jewish looking Christ either. Since Christ’s mother was a young Jewish woman, he might look Jewish but, since his Father is God, he might look any way a human could appear: Chinese, Ugandan, Middle Eastern, European, Native American, Tongan-who can know?) But this representation of Jesus says the following.
I was thinking about
Coming back; but when
I saw how much my
Followers hate brown-skinned,
non-English speaking, Middle
Eastern immigrants. I thought
They might crucify Me again,
So I changed my mind.
I was very tempted to respond to Linda about the problems with this statement, not the least of which is, that she paints all Christians with one brushstroke, which, ipso facto, discredits the entire point of the post.
The largest Christian Church in the world is in Seoul, South Korea; the fastest growing population of Christians is in Communist China; the continent of Africa, in many nations, has another rapidly growing host of Christians. Christians in the United States are anything but monolithic with African American, Hispanic and Burmese churches highly represented in Linda’s old community of Western New York.
The Lord Jesus was not crucified by Christians as there was no Christian Church then. He was crucified by pagans (Romans) at the behest of religious leaders (Pharisees). He does expect to return to a world that is troubled and in despair and would not be afraid in any way.
The objection to Middle-Eastern immigrants is not a racial one since the Christians and Yazidis being tortured, murdered and sold into slavery, would be welcomed. The problem, as Linda well knows, is that terrorists and killers are, trying to infiltrate the refugee stream, succeeding at that, and bragging about doing it.
There are weird people who call themselves Christians, like the Westboro Baptist Church, but they don’t represent anything but themselves. Christ stands on his own. Read his book.
Assigning guilt to whole groups is bigoted and the dangers of such thinking should be obvious to anyone.
Why respond to the post Linda shared? I knew her in high school as an obviously intelligent girl then, woman now. Does she believe something so transparently false? I guess that is the paradox of moral signaling. When one has a feel good belief, in this case that all refugees are innocents in need of our succor, one believes every narrative that supports that belief. The details must be unexamined because, if they are questioned, the great moral high ground becomes shaky. I never responded to Linda, saw no good that could be done. I might have been encouraged to beat her up in a comment on her post for believing such things to improve morale on my side. I did nothing but write this little item.
Carol’s Facebook post was a forward of an article about how Trump will win the election because of the ridiculous TV shows that are now on the History Channel, The Discovery Channel, and the Learning Channel. In a cascade of triumphalism, egotism, and shaming, the writer explained that, because these three arms of the liberal media giant Viacom gave up on certain programs and offered others, all the people are stupid and deserve to be punished by Trump’s presidency. This was another example of feel-good preaching to the choir. Nothing seems to please these people as much as the feeling that they are better than the hoi polloi and smarter than the mob.
I don’t watch TV and have no clue about the degeneracy of the programming offered, since the removal of the concept of virtue in all television programming that I noticed years ago. The writing is execrable, the didacticism is blatant, and the ideas are only those approved by the elite government/academia/media complex. The writing on the old show Wagon Train was infinitely superior to anything offered on all of TV today. The writing on the Brit shows on PBS is better but contains just as much moral signaling as the more brutish programming in the United States. I’ll read or write during that time, thank you.
Both of these offerings by former high school classmates beg a question. Don’t you understand that yearning for everyone to be the same through legislation or force is just what we objected to in the Vietnam War years? I guess not. Many of these people are part of Government, working for PBS, are left wing lawyers, or working at approved NGOs and other entities, so I understand that they are protecting their own.
The progressive utopian endeavor— the ever-growing, intrusive, government that attempts to solve all individual and social problems—has already meant a tragic loss of freedom and prosperity and justice. I don’t think Democrat low-information voters are evil. I recognize young people’s utopian impulses are well-meaning. Nonetheless, the outcome of the Democrat agenda is a dystopia. I like people on both sides but receive many more personal insults from those on the left.
My Lord and savior enjoins me to love those who hate me, those ones that think I am stupid, defective, wounded and pitiable. It is easy to love those like us, loving those unlike us and those who hate us, is something different.
I have demonstrated in the past that I can unleash a fury of ridicule on a person that, with the force of a tsunami, will strip the person I am slandering, light them on fire with a flamethrower of ridicule and reduce them to ashes. But I have given up such slander. I dragged that ugly beast into the open, repented of my past actions and endeavored to change that behavior.
My Lord says to love those who insult me. I can unfollow someone on Facebook and not unfriend them. In this way I don’t see their ugly posts and, not being privy to the insults, I am not tempted at all to answer or retaliate. This does not change my opinion of those grievous insults, it just changes my behavior toward those who insist on behaving like my enemies.
The election is over. There is little reason to believe that the behavior will improve. If Clinton had won, the shaming and aggression would have been heavily sanctioned and since Trump won, the griping and name-calling will be everywhere.
The 23rd Psalm says in part, “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;” KJV. I wonder how that class reunion is going to go.
He didn’t criticize my grammar, my argument or the presentation of an idea. He criticized me, my beliefs, though actually, they were what he deemed the beliefs of others, with whom he perceived that I was a group member—and he went on a rant. I had written a piece called Rubber Bullets for Nuisances explaining how rubber slugs in shotguns could be a non-lethal way to control nuisance animals. I told about polar bears in the arctic, deer, black bears and coyotes in the suburbs. All this was stressing that the animals could be conditioned rather than killed.
At the end I mentioned that the rubber slug can also be a home defense weapon in the event of home invasion. My writing group members got the point. Some were uncomfortable with the concept of shooting at people even though I emphasized the non-lethal aspects of this action.
This was a few days before the gubernatorial election where the NYS Safe Act was a big issue. The teacher/facilitator jumped me for being a gun owner and denied that the second amendment was intended for private gun ownership and did not require participation in a militia.
The Supreme Court of the United States has ruled that the right to bear arms belongs to individuals.
The Second Amendment was based partially on the right to keep and bear arms in English common-law and was influenced by the English Bill of Rights of 1689.
In McDonald v. Chicago (2010), the Court clarified its earlier decisions that limited the amendment's impact to a restriction on the federal government.
Then, a few weeks later, he went on another rant. This rant was about boating and winds wherein he was one-hundred-percent wrong and criticized the story because he couldn’t dismount from his hobby-horse. The dispute grew up from his misunderstanding of what a lee shore was.
The lee side of a ship is the side that the wind crosses last. The lee of a pier or peninsula is similarly the side the wind crosses last. Hence to a sailor there is protection in the lee of a breakwater. But the lee shore is the shore onto which the wind blows. In that case it is a dangerous shore for sailing vessels, as the wind will push the unpowered boat onto a lee shore.
He couldn’t get this despite any amount of argumentation. He had apparently not read many books about boats or about the days of wooden ships and iron men. There are only two shores, windward and lee, the windward is toward the wind— simple it is the etymology of the word—but the other shore–the lee–must, ipso facto, be the one away from the wind I.e. where the wind is going. I knew I was right, but went home and looked it up. Did he check his facts? I never heard.
The part that bugged me, and this has happened to me before in his groups, is that he didn’t address the writing or even the ideas, but since he thought he had found a flaw in thinking, he got off topic completely. It seemed personal.
In both these cases I looked up my facts to be sure I was right. I don’t think he did. He may have regretted getting personal but I wonder if he made any attempt to find the facts.
Then, when he questioned the value of forgiveness, I needed no reference check. Because I know that forgiveness is better than retribution; better than all of us poking out each other’s eye.
So what does Christ tell me to do? Forgive them all even those who hold you up to ridicule.
On Facebook, all kinds of “friends” can make snide comments about some person or belief. Often this is based on a characterization or quote that is already distorted. But the tribe feels better if they all poke their spear into the same victim.
Why democrats, why?
Many of my old high school friends are obvious members of the Democratic Party. They show this by all the names they call me. I am one of the deplorables, qualifying on several counts to earn their disdain. I unfollow many people on Facebook when they start lobbing the “ ists” bombs and “phobe” bombs at me. That way I don’t have to look at their screeds when I go on Facebook to see fish and animal stories and other items for amusement.
“I’m the sort of half-wit that won’t take his own side in an argument for fear of sounding illiberal.”
Wallace Stegner All The Little Live Things
But, I do have questions. When Lyndon Johnson inaugurated the great society the percent of black children born to single parent households was 7% now it is 73%. Is this an improvement? In the fifty years since the creation of the welfare state, two generations, without the father in the home, the central cities of our largest metropolises have turned into murder zones, with black teens and young men killing each other at an astonishing rate in Democrat controlled areas. Why do Democrats hate black people. They always trot out gun control legislation as the way to fix this gang related shooting and killing. If the guns of the white suburban and rural gun owners were taken away, by legal means, this would have no effect on criminals shooting each other. The Democrats know this. Criminals intent on murder will not obey pesky little gun laws.
Why do you leave minorities in those cities you have controlled for fifty years to live where there is no community to look out for one another but rival warring gangs shooting any and all comers?
Do you hate women? If not why do you support an ideology/religion that: promotes genital mutilation of women, putting them in bags whenever they leave the house, that does not allow them to go anywhere without their husbands, drive cars, or have careers. One cleric of this religion agreed that women are mammals but could not go so far as to agree that they are human. Yet you want to flood the United States with these people because of the unholy belief that they will vote Democrat and keep the power where you want it.
Even if we leave out the Muslim question and keep to American issues, why do you believe women should be unable to defend themselves in a country plagued by roving predatory gangs of fatherless boys and men? The simple solution of handgun training and ownership for women will protect them in these high-crime areas, areas that are often right next to Universities and Hospitals that employ and train young women.
And your favorite, most important, litmus test issue, abortion has been shown to overtly result in the infanticide of many more girl babies than boys, yet any restriction on gender choice would restrict abortion and therefore is anathema to you. Why?
Do you hate minority children?
What is even more astonishing is that charter schools are being opposed, not only by teachers' unions who think that schools exist to provide guaranteed jobs for their members, but also by politicians, including black politicians who loudly proclaim that, "Black lives matter."
Those teachers, strong supporters of the Democrat party, are the ones at the most risk of assault in these government schools.
Apparently these black children's futures do not matter enough for black politicians—including President Barack Obama—to stand up to the teachers' unions. The teachers' unions produce big bucks in campaign contributions and big voter turnout on election day.
Any politician, of any race or party, who fights against charter schools, that give many black youngsters their one shot at a decent life, does not deserve the vote of anybody who really believes that black lives matter.
Telling black people that they cannot succeed because of racism, that learning speaking and writing skills is acting white, and gangsta life is the only way to be real, is to perpetrate a horrible crime against these young people. By the time they realize the false bill-of-goods that this culture has sold them, they are unemployable with no skills or work record to create a resume from.
Do you hate Christians?
Roman Catholics seem to come in for especial spite from the coastal elite that makes up the Democratic Party. I know three kinds of Catholics around here, ones that believe as they are enjoined to by their religion—these are despised by Democrats, ones that are nominally Catholic but have experienced years of slippage—most of those whom I know, and the despisers of their former faith turned off by some bad experienced. Poles, Irish, Italians and other Catholics still vote Democratic because it is in the family and, I must assume, they don’t really know what you Democrats think of them.
Protestant evangelicals come in for special Democratic scorn because they believe their Bible and the behaviors it abjures. This is obviously a hated group. Protestants of the mainstream denominations—scrupulous in their non-belief of every aspect of their religion—are acceptable as long as they don’t backslide into piety.
Religious Latinos are in danger of falling out of favor as a pet interest group when they believe in family and religious and are in fact Roman Catholics. Then they fall out of favor with Democrats and are despised as are the other Christians.
Why do you hate all white Southerners?
Everyone is a Redneck— a dog whistle, meaning country folks in any section of the nation from small town or rural areas. This is another group who had best shut up and let Democrats tell them how to live what to drive and that they had better learn how to think even against their own interests.
Do you hate temperance?
The left has successfully brought about; cynical shallowness, no respect for anyone or anything, braggadocio, and a celebration of a materialism and personal wealth never before known or embraced. Because rap and hip hop are the vernacular of the black left, it must not be criticized, no matter how profane, sexist, racist, anti-police, or pro-violence.
Today speech must be restricted, trigger warnings provided, safe spaces afforded lest someone be offended.
The left is so invested in the idea that they are helping the disadvantaged that they seldom bother to check the actual consequences of what they are doing, whether that is something as specific as banning questions about criminal behavior from job applications, or something as general as promoting the welfare state.
Why do you not learn from mistakes?
Surely the intelligentsia of the left have access to empirical evidence and the wit to understand such evidence. But the real question is whether they have the stomach to face the prospect that their crusades have hurt the very people they claim to be helping.
Why do you not turn away from failure?
I love you people but I cannot understand you. I work a volunteer service job every week with two others from the basket of deplorables. We hope to cancel three of your votes for continuation of the destruction of all these segments of America.
If you are a coal miner or live in a coal mining region or are related to someone like that, the Democrats don’t like you.
If you are in the military or live in a military town or know a friend or relative in the military, the Democrats don’t like you.
If you are a hunter, trapper or angler, are in a business related to that, or own a gun, the Democrats don’t like you.
If you are a veteran and rely on the VA for health care or other services, the Democrats don’t like you.
If you are a small businessman who would like to pass your business on in your family, the Democrats will take that away with confiscatory taxes. They hate you.
If you are a farm family and the farm has become too valuable, the Democrats are proposing a confiscatory estate tax to guarantee that your farm will end up in the hands of corporate farming conglomerates. Likewise, the businesses and towns that support the family farms: retail outlets, repair shops, equipment dealers, whole communities, will be on the chopping block when the “big boys” take over.
If you are a home schooler who believes in ensuring your child’s education outside the government’s indoctrination training centers, the Democrats are coming for you. They hate you.
The hatred for home schooling is slightly different from the hatred for charter schools, their hatred for home-schoolers is because they feel you might secretly be teaching a Christian worldview, And they hate Christians most of all.
If you feel that charter schools are an alternative to government’s failed school project, the Democrats don’t like you. The teacher’s unions, without the lockstep support of their members they would like you to think they have, contribute massive amounts of money to Democrats so that anything you do or believe that goes against the welfare of these unions puts you on a list of those the Democrats are coming for.
If you profess any of these views, as I have just done, that are anathema to the Democrats they are coming for you. They hate you.
If you just want to be left alone to raise your family and make a living, but do not join or support any of the Democrats pet causes, they hate you.
Assuming, given the numbers above, that it was hate that drove Trump’s victory seems more a reflection of bigotry against non-college educated whites than any sort of cogent analysis.
And it’s the Left’s bigotry, and, moreover, its obnoxious arrogance and never-ending cultural and political aggression, that explains Trump’s victory.
Americans have been lectured, scolded, robbed, demoralized, and gaslighted relentlessly for the past eight years. And to top it all, the Democrats demanded that if the “haters” wouldn’t swallow a “feminist icon” whose only employment came courtesy of her professional relationship with her husband, who, we are meant to believe, put the nation’s state secrets forfeit to foreign powers as an innocent mistake, and who is obviously guilty of running a pay-for-play influence-peddling scam, disguised as a charity, alongside what is advertised as “public service,” then they are guilty of sexism.
Supporters of Brexit and Trump were continually maligned by the dominant media narrative as primitive, stupid, racist, xenophobic, and irrational. In each case, journalists who spend all day chatting with one another on Twitter and congregating in exclusive social circles in national capitols, constantly re-affirming their own wisdom in an endless feedback loop, were certain of victory. Afterward, the elites, whose entitlement to prevail was crushed, devoted their energies to blaming everyone they could find except for themselves, while doubling down on their unbridled contempt for those who defied them, steadfastly refusing to examine what drove the insubordination.
The opinion-making elites were so clustered, so incestuous, so far removed from the people who would decide this election—so contemptuous of them—that they were not only incapable of seeing the trends toward Trump but were unwittingly accelerating those trends with their own condescending, self-glorifying behavior.
The woman, who expected to win because she was a woman, was bent on a globalist agenda that had been validated by both political parties and played so fast and loose with Russia that she invited nuclear war, would have brought about the end of Judeo-Christian/Western civilization.
She lost and the world will get a breather. If the end of the world had been then, I would have been ready. If later, I will be ready. My faith is in Jesus Christ, Son of God, him crucified and resurrected. I don’t know what these others have faith in.