Two Sides of the Same Counterfeit Coin: Part 4

At the core of our country’s decline — is the unrelenting refusal to get to the bottom of anything.

Like this 1619 business: You wanna draw correlations from the past — while flagrantly ignoring crystal-clear connections in the present.

Black Lives Matter, monuments, kneeling, and now this:

You’re all over the place

And you’ve got company:

The people who consider themselves to be the saviors of black people — are hurting black people, because what they’re committed to is more virtue signaling than actually doing something in the world. — John McWhorter

The gentleman in Part 3 asked me about The 1619 Project — which I hadn’t even heard of until a few weeks ago.

Then again — I didn’t know that Lebron was trending when I wrote Working the Refs. I don’t know anything that’s trending.

As explained on You Got Gold, I cut the connection to our Crap is King culture last summer. But every once in a while, I’ll comment on something and leave the link to my calling card.

He showed up with a sincere interest in discussion. How do I honor that and not open the door to the Gutter Games of Government I so gladly left behind?

It only took me 8 years to do it — one step away at a time.

Thanks for all the writing material though.

I love the challenge of channeling my thoughts to a world that will gleefully swat them away in an instant. In your universe, it’s all about getting what you want right now, and Anything Goes to get it.

You love the gratification of a good zinger (or what you think is one) — and getting Liked for it.

For me, it’s the purity of purpose and craftsmanship in the work. And if my hopes go unrealized — I’ll take my commitment to integrity and the quality of my craft over your trademark #winning any day.

I think you should pursue the things that matter to you — my interest is in the manner of the pursuit.

I don’t care which side you’re on — I just want you to hold your own accountable. And believe it or not, holding their feet to the fire is in their best interests and yours (not to mention the country’s).

One guy replied to the Tolstoy quote below by writing:

It was really speaking to you yet you perceive it not!

Stirring defense

“Yet you perceive it not!” — the “No, you are!” comeback in Yoda-speak (as if that magically makes it have merit).

By the way, I stole “stirring defense” from MONK years ago.

Every day during lunch I’d walk back to my apartment in Fort Lauderdale for a bite and some Midday MONK. After many years of not seeing it, it was so fresh again.

While I eventually came around to accepting Natalie way back when, nobody could beat Bitty Schram’s Sharona.

I must admit — there’s an element of prejudice in how I wouldn’t allow Natalie to operate in her own space (as opposed to just be compared to Sharona).

Once I let that go — I was able to appreciate the uniqueness of Natalie and what she brought to the table. Instead of fixating on who’s better, I allowed them to co-exist — which enhanced my enjoyment of the show.

You think that’s nothing over a TV show — but you’re missing the point:

It’s practice

Honest in the little things, honest in the big things

— Kit Crawford (co-owner of Clif Bar)

Such choices are exactly what Eric Fromm is talking about below:

The longer we continue to make the wrong decisions, the more our heart hardens; the more often we make the right decisions, the more our heart softens — or better perhaps, comes alive . . .

One last thing on my homage to MONK:

Nobody’s that smart in spotting clues, but the spirit of wonder in asking questions that others are unwilling to — you can make the choice to do that right here and now.

You’ll never be MONK just as Natalie will never be Sharona — but you can operate in your own space.

And lo and behold, we could co-exist.

And see old problems in new ways

Looks like a helluva good way to lead a company — and a country:

THIS is banter at its best . . .

So here’s the deal: I’ll listen to a conversation or two on the topic and weigh in from there. But whatever I think on the matter, I seriously doubt it’ll change my mind on my initial impression of its predictable effect.

In the caricature of the clip below, I’m not disrespecting work I haven’t seen — I’m simply illustrating the efficacy of it based on what I have witnessed in this territory.

As with squirrels like Kaepernick’s kneeling, Black Lives Matter, and the removal of monuments — what are you really gonna gain out of 1619? Even if you could miraculously get what you want (and you have a better chance of walking on water):

What’s it gonna take for you to see the unintended consequences that come with it?

And therein lies the insanity of it all.

This consortium of causes has no chance of achieving anything remotely in the realm of your aim — and you’re doing catastrophic damage to the very thing you’re trying to remedy.

Then there’s the echo chamber of the asinine on the other side.

Colin Powell’s case revolved around 3 WMD claims:

  1. Chemical
  2. Biological
  3. Nuclear

Defenders of the Indefensible invariably ignore #2 and #3 and distort the hell out of #1. On an issue where fractions of a millimeter matter — this is against the rules as it gets:

That you even think that something so complex and convoluted could be explained away so easily — is a monumental problem all by itself.

As I wrote on Working the Refs:

Percentage of people peddling “everybody believed Iraq had WMD” — who couldn’t write a sound argument on the subject to save their lives:

The rotor speed required to separate uranium isotopes doesn’t care who’s president.

La-la-la (not listening) pales in comparison to the belligerence I have faced on this issue over the years. We’ll get to that too.

In order to maintain such speeds, material properties of centrifuges are as critical as it gets. You don’t need to interview a world-renowned nuclear scientist to figure that out — but I like to be thorough:

Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells . . .

Meaningless Majority

When I’m making my case: You see and hear things you’ve never heard before — with granularity that literally gets to the molecular level.

By the way, knock it off with this loose use of “literally” these days.

In and of itself, it’s harmless — the problem is that sloppy language lends itself to behavior that doesn’t adhere to anything that’s real.

It would be unthinkable for me to say, “We’re building a house” — when “we’re having a house built.” Once again, by itself — it’s nothing, but there was a time when “We’re building a house” meant something.

And now it doesn’t

That absence of authenticity parallels with how apologists counter in a chorus of mindless talking points.

It is as though with some people — those who most avidly embrace the “we are right” view — have minds that are closed from the very get-go, and they are entirely incapable of opening them, even just a crack. There is no curiosity in them. There are no questions in their minds. There are no “what ifs?” or “maybes.” — Laura Knight-Jadczyk

You want the Left to listen to reason on race-related incidents, as you should. But as clear-cut as some of those encounters might be, there’s typically room for a degree of gray.

They seize on that as a way to rationalize what they see.

There’s no degree of gray on those tubes being turned into centrifuges.

And yet to this day, your “facts over feelings” brand belittles anyone in the mere mention of WMD deception.

And now, even now” — you’ll pull the same stunt in your bottomless contempt for correction.

“The cat . . . TOTALLY OUT OF THE BAG!”

Who do ya think Roger Ailes was targeting below?

People don’t want to be informed, they want to feel informed

The Loudest Voice

Did he really say those exact words? That quote is the irrefutable record of what happened on Fox — so it doesn’t matter.

To be sure, the Left has gone off the rails in following suit to feel informed. And all the while, the Right celebrates freedom by slinging snippets of certitude in a ceaseless cadence of crap.

There’s a classic scene in Seinfeld that delightfully illustrates the divide between declarations of virtue and delivering on them

America was built on hypocrisy — why bother messing with tradition?

The Right delights in ridiculing the Left for burning buildings to further the cause. Yet they went batshit crazy after 9/11: Setting the world ablaze — and browbeating anybody out of line in their March of Folly.

Of all those in that crowd that I’ve challenged on WMD — their knowledge combined could fit into a thimble with space to spare.

Who cares about 10 pages when “You Can’t Believe Everything You Read”?

Same standard to snub someone who’s read 10,000 — on world-altering affairs they snicker at.

Just a small sample of my research.

If the biggest lie in modern history doesn’t faze you — how about meeting me halfway on incompetence for the ages?

Negative, Ghost Rider

“The pattern is full — [of shit]”

You want leaders to “tell it like it is”? You best learn to know what it really looks like.


“Armed only with Skittles” and “everybody believed Iraq had WMD” — is all the same horseshit that serves only the people you let play you.

The Left loves its Black Lives Matter and hashtags to confirm you care. And the Right gets jacked up on jingoism and flag pins on lapels.

My way — you think things through (whether it serves your interests or not)


Your way — “We need to talk about your flair”

Button your lip and don’t let the shield slip
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
You can hide hide hide behind Paranoid Eyes

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