“Gov. Nixon Calls For ‘Vigorous Prosecution’ Of Darren Wilson”. So much for presumption of innocence, standing behind your law enforcement community, due process, etc. Instead, we have a Governor — a Democrat, of course — calling for the prosecution of an officer who was beaten and, according to a growing host of witnesses, rushed by a 6’4″ 290 lb man who had just committed a felony and was high. All

Last evening, with a bunch of kids playing outside and throngs of neighbors out on their porches or working on their lawns, etc.,  a cop who lives down the street from me was spotted defiantly carrying a pair of stuffed black trash bags to his garbage can.  Not your standard white kitchen garbage bags, mind you. But black bags.  As if to say, I stand with that murderous cop up

Before I post the bulk of the open letter (h/t Allen West), let me first say that I’m really quite saddened that some pols still believe, in this day and age, that throwing a black face at the problem of (mostly) black social unrest is a magical cure for said unrest.  It plays into the very kinds of race-based contrivances that keep racialism alive and well.  And it’s a cop-out,

On the glass-half-full-side, though, at least he didn’t have his head cut off on digital video — though I’m beginning to think that the new “radical chic” social justice warriors are no more than bullying Klan types looking to curb stomp some Jews, and that given the proper social ethos, they’d gleefully slit some throats and parade around in the gore. From Truth Revolt: A Jewish student on the campus

There may be a few typos in the doc, but that’s because it’s really old and locked.  Whatever that means. I had a poet friend who used to teach this short story as a “prose poem” in one of her classes.  I was never sure what a prose poem was exactly, but I was flattered nevertheless. Looking back on it, I hope that was the proper reaction. Oh well, for

Which is nothing new, really — though as with Bob Costas, one wonders why it’s so suddenly racist now that all the liberal lemmings have started lining up for their places in tiny, metal PC boxes — only in this instance, I was listening live, and the charge carried with it an accusation that the person defending the name, Mike Ditka, was himself “a racist,” followed by intimation by a

Embrace your inner war monger. No, I don’t care what Glenn Greenwald would say. No, I don’t care what some sniveling lefty apparatchik like timb, needing the virtual hugs of some kind — any kind, his life is so sad and empty — of online community, thinks.  No, I don’t care that I’m called a “racist” or an “Islamophobe.”  No, I don’t care if some jaggoff with hipster glasses wants