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Professor Calls Cops on Black Student Back when I was a rookie cab driver in the late 70s, I picked up this drunk from some shithole bar. I was driving a Chevy Impala ex-cop car with a bench seat in the front. The guy sat directly behind me, then put his feet on the backrest in front of him, right beside my head. I asked him a couple of times to put his feet down and he refused. Not wishing a physical confrontation with the guy, I took him to the central police station and asked them to remove the guy. A paddy wagon showed up. He was arrested for being drunk and shipped off in the wagon. Big Fucking Deal! Are you saying that if the guy were black I should have put up with it for fear of being called a "racist?" By the way, you learn a hell of a lot about racism when you drive a cab. There are reasons for disparate outcomes that correlate with race.

Mass Shootings When I hitch-hiked across the American south back in 1976, from Florida to California, mostly along Highway 10, it seemed that every vehicle that drove by was either a transport truck or a pickup truck. And every pickup truck had a gun rack in the cab and many of those contained rifles. It was definitely a gun culture. Was I worried? Not in the least. I was thumbing with Ed. We got a ride from these two guys from Arkansas. Talk about your country boy stereotypes. They had a car, a beat up old Caddy or something, and when we got into the back seat, our feet were resting on the two rifles that were just sitting on the floor. But I wasn't nervous. They were just a couple of good ol' boys, with a pronounced southern drawl, probably farmers or ranchers. The trip was uneventful. And of course, I grew up across the street from a guy whose father was a hunter and who had a small, deadly arsenal in his basement. It never bothered me. Nor, as far as I know, did it bot…

You are right. Socialism will ultimately prevail. Actually, it already has prevailed. In the west, it started to gain steam in the 1960's. In Germany and Russia, it started about 50 years earlier than that. If you take academia into account, it probably started a further hundred years back. In the early 1800's, Frederic Bastiat was already debating the communists. In one form or another, it goes all the way back to the caveman, as Kubrick suggested in the opening scene of "A Space Odyssey." Popular music and popular entertainment were the first signals that culture had fully adopted all the premises of socialism, along with a burning hatred of capitalism and everything that symbolized capitalism. (The United States, Western Civilization, cheeseburgers, central heating and the automobile.) The protest songs of the 60's and 70's smeared capitalism for creating too much wealth. Wealth was hated because it resulted in disparities. Producers tended to get rich …

Political Rock Concert I know I am getting old when I get as much of a thrill from watching a political debate, as I used to get going to a rock concert. Keep in mind, this is the debate those of the leftist persuasion, including NDP leader, what's her name? And that Toronto Star purveyor of anti-western hatred and demonization, Shree, wanted to shut down because, they claim, Steve Bannon is a "racist." And then watch the debate. And then ask yourself, are you willing to let people like Andrea Horwath and Shree Paradkar decide what you should see? Or would you rather be given the dignity, and the RIGHT to make that decision for yourself? Censorship isn't just about shutting down the speakers. It's about deafening the listeners. Just ask any current Gab subscriber. Or any potential subscriber .... like YOU. Encore! Encore!