My Thoughts on Charlotte

Warning: This post comes with no editing or revising. I’m just going to start typing and type until I’m finished.

I’m not in the mood to do any number crunching. By now, you guys know how I feel about Black Lives Matter, but in case you forgot, Black Lives Matter doesn’t matter to me. You see, a few days ago, someone very close to me accused me of being racist because of my opinions. What that person doesn’t realize is that they are what’s wrong with the world. How do we come up with solutions when you label someone as evil simply because you don’t understand their point of view (side note: the individual definitely didn’t)? Better yet, how do we come up with solutions when you label someone as evil simply because you don’t want to understand their point of view (side note again: the individual definitely didn’t)? That same person told me that what I write here only works more to divide people and fuel hatred. I hope that isn’t what I’m doing, but if the good Lord feels that things need to get worse before they get better, at least I’ll know my contributions to making things worse were done with good intentions.

I’m an east coast native. I have very close friends (read: might as well be family) in and around Charlotte. I feel sorry for them. Sorry that the disgusting disease infecting Baltimore and Ferguson made it to Charlotte, but more importantly, sorry that the country’s leaders are too busy trying to find ways to profit off the hatred than find ways to protect people, and now it’s their turn to take the punishment. Even more important than those, however… I’m sorry that people are so misinformed that we allow these things to continue. I mean what I said about punishment literally, as the Charlotte PD has stated that 70% of the rioters arrested were not from Charlotte.

We live in a bizarre age. The millennials are getting older but not wiser. Thomas Jefferson was thirty-three years old when he wrote the Declaration of Independence. Today we light a city on fire because someone in that same age group screams “they shot my daddy” on Facebook. We do it without proof. We do it simply because “daddy” was black. We are a simple-minded, pathetic people. The power to influence people has never been more readily available, yet the influences we select have never been more flawed.  I almost don’t blame the political left for not giving people their liberties back, because God only knows what stupid shit we’d do with them. But folks, we’ll never fix anything without them.

Every day, I walk to lunch. It takes me about 15 minutes to get to the area where I decide what I’m going to eat, but during that 15 minutes, I listen to music and think. Whatever is on my mind that day, that’s when I knock it out. Fifteen minutes to lunch, fifteen minutes back to the office. Today, my music pulled up a song I hadn’t heard in years, and it is a song was born from a place not too far from Charlotte. A few hours away from Charlotte is Columbia, South Carolina. Known for a few things, including being a really great place to watch really bad college football, Columbia also is the birthplace of Hootie & The Blowfish. If you’ve got any white privilege jokes, now’s a pretty good time to make them, because Darius Rucker probably has disproportionately more white fans and fewer black ones than any black man in history, but I digress. One of Hootie & The Blowfish’s songs is entitled, “State Your Peace”.  It spoke to me about why I write what I write regardless of how contrarian or alone I am in my opinions. I can tell you right now, if you require a group of people to tell you how right you are in order to prove your point (looking at you, BLM), you’re on the wrong side.

Hootie & The Blowfish, “State Your Peace”:

Why am I always the last one to say how I feel?
It’s like driving down the middle of the road
with no hands on the wheel

And I keep hearing stories about the guy who was killed while he prayed
Well you should go ahead and say it ’cause we’re all gonna die anyway

State your peace,
Go ahead and say it I swear it can’t get much worse
Make a piece of history,
a blessing from a curse… before it gets worse

You can try and be a hero but people keep dying everyday
You can keep earning money but your money keeps burning away

And it feels like the future’s always waiting on the tip of my tongue
Like a cat holding back ’till it’s too late the damage is done

State your peace,
go ahead and say it,
I swear it can’t get much worse
Make a piece of history,
a blessing from a curse… before it gets worse

You can try and change the world by showing everyone a better way
But the world’s gonna do what the world’s gonna do at the end of the day

State your peace,
go ahead and say it,
I swear it can’t get much worse
Make your peace with history,
a blessing from a curse
State your peace
blow it wide open, did you find you an oyster pearl
Make your peace with history
you just might be the one who can change the world

Can you save the world
You can change the world

Prayers for Charlotte. Prayers for everyone.




History Repeats Itself: How Democrats Used Bernie Sanders’ Model to Buy the Minority Vote… 80 Years Ago.

Just in case anyone needs a refresher on how Bernie Sanders garnered his support this year, take a look at this montage below:


Any questions? Moving on.

The fact of the matter is that Bernie Sanders’ 2016 Free Stuff Tour was neither original nor innovative nor progressive nor realistic; it was however, ironic – ironic in the fact that people are so poorly versed on their own American history that they’re willing to watch it repeat itself right before their eyes and run with it hook, line, and sinker. The last time it happened (on a scale of this magnitude)? When the Democrats stole the minority vote in the South by promising a beleaguered post-slavery population a boatload of goodies – many of which are still costing tax dollars today. I’m talking about FDR’s New Deal. Prior to the 1930’s, the African American population in the US was by and large Republican; however, that all changed.

I’ve already talked about Americans voting against their own interests, but it’s incredible just how quickly we’re willing to do it. One could easily make the argument that supporting FDR was absolutely in the best interest of the entire country. We were trying to get out of the Great Depression, and a candidate promising jobs and prosperity amidst a time of perpetual hopelessness is pretty appetizing, especially if you’re a member of the black community. Do not forget, however, who the black community had to support, side-by-side, in order to get it done: racist Southern Democrats. Because of the allure of the New Deal, the African American population began its alignment with the same political party who felt that they should still be enslaved. In 1938, 50% of African Americans were Democrats.

Folks, this isn’t racism. This isn’t propaganda. This is American history.

In previous posts, I’ve already discussed how that 50% jumped to 90%, but here’s a recap:

… prior to 1948, the black community was split about half-and-half Republican and Democrat. Early in 1948, President Truman signed an executive order desegregating the military and began working on eliminating the racial bias in the federal government ( You’ll see another spike in 1964. Why is that there? Because Lyndon Johnson was running for president, and at the 1964 Democratic National Convention, he helped eliminate the South’s all-white primaries, creating a huge wave of support for Johnson from the black community. When the Civil Rights Act of 1964 passed, only two Senate Republicans opposed it, one of whom happened to be Johnson’s presidential opponent, Barry Goldwater. Additionally, the Republican Party really had no footing in the South, so when the Voting Rights Act of 1965 passed (signed by then-President Johnson), naturally, the Democratic Party absorbed most of the black vote. At that point, the Democratic Party established itself as the party of the African-American people – despite the fact that Republicans supported their civil rights at a higher rate than Democrats (based on Congressional votes). From that point on, no Republican presidential candidate has garnered more than 15% of the black vote. – @JustifiablyPolemical, “Thank You Sir, May I Have Another?”

But let’s get back to Bernie. He’s been heralded as some kind of political maverick this year, and in reality, he’s just new packaging on the same tired message: “Vote for me because I’ll give you stuff and make other people pay for it.” But he’s clever! I’ll give him that. Bernie pandered quite well to the minority vote by saying that they had been given a “raw deal.” What he failed to mention is that his own political party who gave it to them.

So, when I see people call Donald Trump a racist for saying things like this, I really don’t understand why:

Look how much African American communities have suffered under Democratic control. To those I say the following: What do you have to lose? … You’re living in poverty. Your schools are no good. You have no jobs. 58% of your youth is unemployed. What the hell do you have to lose? – Donald Trump

Oh, goodness, no! The racism – it burrrrnssss! 

I have just one question: How in the hell is that racist?? That’s like saying that Al Gore is anti-Earth because he said we’re catastrophically warming it (except in this case, Trump is telling the truth, and Al Gore is completely full of bovine post-digestion material). Take a look at this headline:


NEWSFLASH: Donald Trump accused of racism for saying non-racist things. Want to know how confused people are with what racism even means these days? It’s in the top 1% of popular terms researched on Encyclopedia Britannica.



I guess you really can’t fix stupid. At least we can give people credit for wanting to know what racism is. Unfortunately, most of them probably just did it to know the correct spelling for their Black Lives Matter protest signs.

With love,