Behold the Legacy of Your Beloved Sowell: Part III

Think of what you’re saying
You can get it wrong and still you think that it’s alright
Think of what I’m saying
We can work it out and get it straight, or say goodnight . . .

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There’s a chance that we might fall apart before too long . . .

Ridicule just rolls right off me anymore. I’m not dealing with individuals; I’m dealing with a collective machine that’s been programmed to put me down.

My job is to jam up the gears and get these gears going again:

“I like the cut of your jib, sir”

And then there are those memorable moments when someone surprises you with the simplicity and elegance of “I like the cut of your jib, sir.”

In a sea of insults, one kind comment is like wind in your sails.

You cannot be, I know, nor do I wish to see you an inactive Spectator, but if the Sword be drawn I bid adieu to all domestick felicity, and look forward to that Country where there is neither wars nor rumors of War in a firm belief that thro the mercy of its King we shall both rejoice there together.

I greatly fear that the arm of treachery and violence is lifted over us as a Scourge and heavy punishment from heaven for our numerous offences, and for the misimprovement of our great advantages.

If we expect to inherit the blessings of our Fathers, we should return a little more to their primitive Simplicity of Manners, and not sink into inglorious ease.

We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.

— Abigail Adams, 16 October 1774

Abigail and I go way back . . .

It’s always the bad apples that poison the waters of possibility — and incredibly, we’ve created a culture that caters to such kind.

Even in my tiny world of work, the waste I have witnessed is staggering.

Who hasn’t had to put up with some jackass on the job?

Some degree of that just comes with the territory, but in my industry of IT — there has been an undeniable trend of tolerating what would have been totally unacceptable in the past.

And lo and behold . . .

same trend happening here

The banks built my career

And I’m eternally grateful to them. This isn’t Occupy Wall Street — I don’t do The Big Bad just like I Don’t Do Slogans or anything indiscriminate.

I’m not keen on conventional approaches to protesting, and I had no interest getting in anyone’s way to bring attention to my cause.

My prime directive was that I would not engage unless engaged first.

I let my A-frame rig convey my message, but I was happy to talk to anyone who approached me. And if I’m gonna spend a few hours hangin’ around, I’d rather occupy my time with some good reading.

A gentleman in a suit walked up to me one morning and said:

I really respect the way you’re doing this

Manner matters

The names of my nemeses are nowhere to be found on this site. I believe in having a sense of proportionality in my purpose, and broadcasting their identities on the internet seems over the top to me.

They’re exposed on a sidewalk outside Gateway Village because it’s the scene of the crime, and it’s my only conduit to communicate with them.

We need to realize that something very wrong is going on here, and it goes much deeper than Bank of America and 5 guys on a sign.

It’s all connected

I’m sure many of you can relate:

It never ceases to amaze me that companies coddle people who epitomize the lowest common denominator. Rather than inspire them to rise to standards set by others, the meticulous are asked to accommodate the careless. On top of all that, there seems to be a universal rolodex of excuses that gets spun to absolve those in question.

I put my neck on the line to Do the Right Thing. That was their slogan — I just did it as a matter of habit, and I was hardly alone.

Getting screwed over makes for good writing material, but I’d much rather tell the stories of the long line of incredible colleagues and uplifting experiences I’ve had.

What Real Leadership Looks Like is one of my favorites — and it happened it at the same bank.

As I’m a connoisseur of silver linings, I’ve made the most of my exile that railroaded me from the bank 11 years ago. I’m in pretty good company with that attitude:

I wouldn’t want to miss out on any of the experiences that have come my way as a result of that fiasco.

My work in Reno, my documentary, crisscrossing the country on my never-ending quest — I’ve turned my distress into once-in-a-lifetime opportunities.

I exhausted every avenue before I put those names on the sign.

It created quite a stir in the neighborhood, and I was threatened with a lawsuit if I didn’t take it down. I didn’t budge one bit. I had the Constitution on my side, but even more important than that — I had the truth.

Rick’s the type of guy who would lose his job on principle

— CH (circa 2007)

I’ve practically burned my career on principles.

I’m lucky to have a job at all at this point (and I’ve got a pretty good one at that).

Rollo thought he had somethin’ when I asked him if he had proactively pursued leadership training. I could hear him raring up to boast about how he had done this and that back in the day.

To which I said, “That makes it even worse — because you’re not applying that experience.

I was promised something and Elara didn’t deliver.

It’s a great company packed with outstanding people — and I’m grateful for my time there. But I was after something bigger than my immediate sphere of influence — and I made that pretty clear when I interviewed with Rollo and Head Honcho.

I wasn’t aiming for monetary gain in those goals, a feather in my cap, accolades of any kind, or some avenue of promotion.

As June Carter Cash was fond of saying

People and their sales pitch, I swear.

To put company credos in comical terms, there’s that vintage My Cousin Vinny scene where he says, “You were serious about dat?” — in response to the judge reprimanding him once again for not looking lawyerly in his courtroom.

It’s not so funny when companies have that same look on their face when I hold them accountable to their claims:

What? You thought we actually meant all that stuff about higher standards, accountability, integrity, and iron sharpens iron?

You cannot be, I know, nor do I wish to see you, an inactive spectator. . . . We have too many high sounding words, and too few actions that correspond with them.

— Abigail Adams (October 16, 1774)

Over the Moon is the synopsis of the story — for anyone who didn’t receive my laminated letter.

Why would anyone jeopardize a high-paying job that they love? I feel a deep sense of duty to my customers, as they’re the reason I live a life of endless fulfillment in problem solving.

Since I get to learn and grow in all kinds of ways that serve my interests, shouldn’t I seek to do the same to serve theirs? If I were running a company, you’d check your ego at the door or you wouldn’t work there. I may never find such a place, so I’ve had to make concessions for the totally unnecessary.

But just how far should I be asked to lower the bar?

What the powers that be in most companies don’t get — is that you create more conflict in cultures that go to excessive lengths to avoid it. It’s just that the conflict is concealed in subtleties that disguise mounting frustration and waste.

While you put out your PR and pretend this undercurrent of crap doesn’t exist.

If you’re not embarrassed by the leadership involved in this story, I have to wonder what it would take.

My aim was always to find a home where I could settle in for an ever-evolving future — a quest for belonging in the right company, with a crew that continually hones its craft.

I wanted one tiny space in the world where people do right by one another — and rise to the occasion when they don’t.

It was just a dream, so I’ve had to repeatedly lower my expectations if I wanted to continue in this career. All I ask for now is that people be in the ballpark of their beliefs, but even that seems too much to ask.

My concessions could never keep up with the pace of pampering that plagues our society — as I’ve always clashed with a culture that increasingly values bullshit as currency.

Rollo‘s behavior became normalized that way.

And so did yours

I never got on board — and I never will

Deep down, the dream lives on . . .

When you see your ship go sailing
When you feel your heart is breaking
Hold on tight to your dream . . .

When you see the shadows falling
When you hear that cold wind calling
Hold on tight to your dream

If you think I’m harsh on Sowell — you should have heard me chew out my manager Rollo Tomassi.

Ed Exley: Rollo Tomassi

Dudley Smith: Who is he?

Ed Exley: You are. You’re the guy who gets away with it

We’ll see

After nearly 2 years of walking on eggshells with Rollo, I’d just had it. How he treated me wasn’t the worst part though — it was how he treated our customers.

I can’t have that.

Trying to reach him was like playing dodgeball — for all the “Dodge, Duck, Dip, Dive, and Dodge” goin’ on. A younger version of me would not have put up with it for as long as I did.

It was bound to blow

If Rollo had been the worst of the culprits who came before him — I could live with that. He was worse than all of them — combined!

Outside of that — I really liked the guy and we got along great.

On that note, what do dancers have in common with good leadership?

Dancers in the center are always the smoothest. The other girls are good, but the ones in the middle have the magic.

You don’t have be magical or even smooth to be a manager — but if you wanna be at the center, you better be willing to step up your game.

If chaos consistently surrounds a leader — they’re unfit for the job. Like most people, the team operates within the confines of the conditions set by the manager.

Whereas I’m guy who essentially says . . .

You can do a helluva lot better, and you sold yourself as someone who would!

Wouldn’t it be something if we did the same?

“So I will ask you once again”

Blind loyalty would bore the hell out of me. To not question, reflect, wonder, pause, consider, and reconsider — would be like asking me not to breathe.

And if I tell you you’re wrong — I’m not gonna Tweet a talking point wrapped in childish insults to satisfy a fix.

You’re wrong — and here’s why . . .

I’m old-fashioned that way

You’re not . . .

  • Rather than read and digest, people scan and dismiss — frantically seeking any fragment they can frame in their favor.
  • Sensible arguments are snubbed with meaningless replies that are utterly absent of original thought — mercilessly torturing reason with trite talking points.
  • Even against overwhelming evidence served on a silver platter, they will swat it away in disdain without so much as glancing at the goods.

  • Always at the ready — they’ll gleefully “inform” you with 60 seconds of “research” — compiled by copying & pasting material disseminated by the equally uninformed.
  • They’ll look away from a mountain of evidence against their side — while nitpicking over pebbles to pounce on the other.
  • They want a presence without having to exert any effort to legitimately participate
  • They peddle their opinions while shirking any responsibility to validate them

In John Wayne: The Life and Legend, the author relays a story about The Duke growing up as Marion Robert Morrison — and how every day he rode eight miles to elementary school on a horse named Jenny. No matter how much he fed his horse, Jenny was still too thin.

Some ladies in town took notice of what they perceived as malnutrition and reported his family to the Humane Society. After a vet examined the horse it was diagnosed to have a disease and eventually they had to put her down.

On top of losing his beloved horse, Marion was understandably unhappy with how he was treated:

[A] sense of outrage over being falsely accused never left him. “I learned you can’t always judge a person or a situation by the way it appears on the surface,” he remembered. “You have to look deeply into things before you’re in a position to make a proper decision.”

In the book: DUKE, We’re Glad We Knew You: John Wayne’s Friends and Colleagues Remember His Remarkable Life — in the forward is a 1979 article that includes the following:

To him a handshake was a binding contract. When he was in the hospital for the last time and sold his yacht, The Wild Goose, for an amount far below its market value, he learned the engines needed minor repairs. He ordered those engines overhauled at a cost to him of $40,000 because he had told the new owner the boat was in good shape.

— The Unforgettable John Wayne by Ronald Reagan

This 60-second scene from The Searchers squares with the quote above, and it’s at the bedrock of my beliefs.

“I Told Ya, Didn’t I!”

John Wayne was also a jerk on some of his stances. But it’s ludicrous to waste time and effort on purity tests about the past that do nothing but poison the present and cripple the future.

This — is not problem solving

“It is widely recognized that racist symbols produce lasting physical and psychological stress and trauma particularly to Black communities, people of color and other oppressed groups,” the resolution says, adding that Orange County is more diverse than it was when the airport was christened under Wayne’s name in 1979.

Lemme tell you what else is “widely recognized” — you’re being played.

Whatever gains you get by aimless protests, removing monuments, renaming airports, and other concocted outrage you come up with — those gains will be offset untold times over.

And they already have been.

Couldn’t we just have a grandfather clause that covers our questionable past — and get on with the business of solving problems in a serious-minded manner?

By the way, it’s equally absurd to inflate someone’s record as it is to taint the totality of it over political correctness.

John Wayne was 34 years old when the attack on Pearl Harbor shocked the nation. And when the U.S. declared war, Wayne rushed to sign up for active duty. The patriot John Wayne was overwhelmed with despair when informed that he was both too old to fight, and under contractual obligations to the studio — which would keep him out of combat.

That — is not true

[R]ushed to sign up for active duty . . . overwhelmed with despair . . . too old to fight . . . under contractual obligations

Utterly ridiculous

They’re either lying or incredibly sloppy in their research. Pick one.

Either way — if they’re willing to produce such shoddy work on something as uneventful as The John Wayne Story, what do you think passes for accuracy on matters of importance?

And this is precisely how the media molds your perception — by wildly oversimplifying issues and leaving out anything that doesn’t fit.

To tell the truth on Wayne’s reluctance to serve when his career was kicking into gear — complicates the narrative.

Recognizing complicated issues is what this country desperately needs.

Appreciating complexity sharpens the mind and simplifies problem solving (as it cuts through the crap that narrow-minded narratives create).

What do you think I’m saying with these black & white outfits?

I think of conversation as a journey — where even the tiniest kernel of truth can alter your course. No matter how much I disagree with another’s view, I’ll look for anything that’s true and work backwards from there. 

What I find might not change anything or might change everything, but it’s a worthy endeavor regardless. As I wrote in 2005:

There’s nothing more edifying than taking a trip to another point of view

Ford: Rebuilding an American Icon tells of the company’s comeback after its largest-ever loss of $12.7 billion in 2006. At the helm of its turnaround was Alan Mulally — who faced quality concerns by embracing criticism from Consumer Reports.

When he says the following, it’s not some fancy quote to float — it’s a mindset that makes all the difference in the world:

We’re gonna seek to understand before we seek to be understood.

This 2:20 scene shows what serious-minded leaders look like (and not just Mulally). Ya gotta hand it to the great-grandson of Henry Ford for having the humility to see what was best for the company by putting the right person in place:

Mulally didn’t invent the phrase — but his version flows a bit better than Stephen Covey’s from The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. The synopsis for the “seek to understand” tenet is as follows:

Use empathic listening to be genuinely influenced by a person, which compels them to reciprocate the listening and take an open mind to being influenced by you. This creates an atmosphere of caring, and positive problem solving.

Our country could sure use some habits like that.

We’re here to listen, we’re here to learn


There are powerful forces that make damn sure you don’t.

The road to reality is blocked by detours designed to keep you going in circles. Purveyors of poppycock reroute you with narratives that avoid detail like the plague.

The way out is to start with something small — an inconsistency or two that’s narrow in scope — and take the trail where it leads.

I took some boxing lessons a lifetime ago, and I remember watching the trainer pound a medicine ball into those who were seemingly glutton for punishment.

While I was not aiming to become a boxer, I had every intention of taking the same blows. Before that day arrived, I had always imagined the pummeling as an agonizing workout, but it turned out to be quite exhilarating — a rite of passage of sorts.

All along it was just an illusion that I had created in my mind, and that fear was far worse than the reality.

The Teacher beats you with medicine to build up resistance that will ultimately protect you, but first you have to be willing to trust that he’s not out to crack your ribs.

Even spur-of-the-moment debates on unimportant matters can be invaluable training when you enter the ring with sincerity.

Think of uncomfortable encounters as intellectual sparring to keep your mind in shape.

Merle’s sorrowful song has an uplifting twist at the end, and without that final 45 seconds — you’d miss the meaning of the message.

The underlying meaning in mine: Your beliefs should be backed by your record.

I’m old-fashioned that way too

Stop rolling down hill
Like a snowball headed for Hell . . .

My generation got off easy, as all we were called to do was weigh information. But even that was too much of a burden.

As we got more, we became less

With the religious-like following around him: It’s precisely because of his reprehensible record on Iraq — that makes him perfectly placed to turn the tide. Like I said in Part I:

I’ve . . . got – a – plan

I’m not just taking Thomas Sowell to task because he’s got it comin’ — I need this guy . . .

we all do

I’m in IT — and I’ve got a backlog of goals to get back to the second I finish this series. This is just another writing project to see that the truth someday gets its day in the sun.

I may never see that day — but I gotta know that I did everything I could.

On a matter of world-altering consequence on multiple fronts — decisions that shaped the society you see today:

I spent $15,000 of my own money for a few views and merciless mockery — never mind that not a single person has ever countered with anything in the same universe of sound argument.

And yet . . .

It was worth every penny

It was one helluva journey — learning and doing things I never imagined I’d do. You can’t put a price on that — and all the stories in the pursuit of getting it right.

Even if nobody cares — I do.

I knew the impenetrable wall of resistance awaiting me with the doc, just as I know what awaits me with every post. But love the challenge of channeling my thoughts to a world that will gleefully swat them away in an instant.

I’m not a “genius,” a “hero” or a “statesman” — but I’m everything else Abigail brilliantly brings to life here . . .

And you could be too

Who knows, maybe you could be the genius, hero, statesman, or all 3 that America so desperately needs.

I’m a big fan . . .

I had written 50 pages on WMD in my unfinished book before I ever interviewed the world-renowned nuclear scientist Dr. Houston Wood.

And when I returned from the University of Virginia — the aftermath of the Trayvon verdict gave me an idea. And of all people — it came from someone I despise.

He asked the right questions — which led to my own in The Profile Principle that follows.

Keep the Faith

Unlike almost all of America — I don’t see through the prism of Right & Left.

  • This makes sense — that doesn’t
  • This is true — that’s false

That’s it!

The frantic on Fox drove its viewers down an expressway of self-delusion on WMD. But when they spoke the truth about Obama or anything else, it would have been unthinkable for me to dismiss that information.

Speaking of the Rock Star — Rush Limbaugh was one of the most destructive voices in American history, but he was spot-on about the media overplaying Obama’s qualifications.

And he wrote good books for kids — and big kids like me.

Geraldine Ferraro and Rush were in opposite camps, and yet she said essentially the same thing he did:

If Obama was a white man, he would not be in this position. And if he was a woman (of any color), he would not be in this position. He happens to be very lucky to be who he is. And the country is caught up in the concept.

Every word of her statement is true, but that didn’t matter to those who bombarded her with . . .

vicious e-mail messages accusing her of racism

Utterly ridiculous

In a follow-up interview, Ferraro said she was “not trying to diminish Obama’s candidacy, and acknowledged up front that she would not have been the vice presidential nominee in 1984 if she had been a man.”

All she was trying to say was that Obama lacked experience and that the media was overplaying his qualifications — and I couldn’t agree more.

I gave him a shot anyway — and he blew it. Under no circumstances would I have voted for him again.

Easily the most obvious example of how overly-hyped President Obama was can be found in Hardball’s Chris Matthews.

He had been a disciple of Obama’s since the beginning, and he didn’t even bother hiding it on Tuesday, February 12, 2008, the day of the D.C., Maryland, and Virginia primaries:

I have to tell you, you know, it’s part of reporting this case, this election, the feeling most people get when they hear a Barack Obama speech. My, I felt this thrill going up my leg . . .

No, seriously, it’s a dramatic event. He speaks about America in a way that has nothing to do with politics, it has to do with the feeling we have about our country, and that is an objective assessment . . .

Objective assessment?!?

Making such distinctions is not in the interest of Trayvon apologists. Listening to people like Piers Morgan you would think that ”armed only with skittles” is the end-all, be-all of the case.

I have yet to see anyone offer a sound argument in defense of the departed they peddle as a bastion of innocence. Zimmerman is no model citizen, but you can’t seize on his history and ignore Martin’s.

The Profile Principle

And it’s nothing short of corrupt that a childlike picture of Trayvon was plastered all over the news — while Zimmerman was painted as a criminal.

Even if he had been guilty — any attempt to manipulate the outcome is an affront to justice. . . . . It doesn’t dawn on any of the Trayvon apologists that they are offsetting gains that so many sacrificed to achieve . . .

— Richard W. Memmer: Mount Everest of the Obvious — Prologue

In politics, you pursue everything as if there’s nothing to be gained from the manner of the pursuit.

You don’t concern yourselves with the trueness, quality, and creativity in the crafting of ideas — all that matters is what sells them.

#Winning is your way — and it shows . . .

On Working the Refs, I wrote about how flopping parallels the emptiness of America today. 

There was a time when it would be embarrassing for a ball player to feign being fouled on the level of theatrics in King James’ court.

You’d be laughed off the court for pulling stunts like that in my day. This man takes no pride in how he wins — and it’s increasingly rare to find people who do.

It’s all the more absurd when you consider that even with the hardest-hitting fouls back in the 80s — nobody flailed about like that on impact.

The only way that so many levels of sham & stupidity could be so easily accepted — is that it was normalized little by little over time.

Ain’t that America

I play an aggressive game. I don’t flop. I’ve never been one of those guys

— Lebron James

His words are pure fantasy

But it doesn’t matter, because that’s the country we’ve become — where you can make claims that have no bearing on reality.

You can apply a follow-the-facts standard in one breath and utterly abandon it the next . . .

And get away with it with ease.

The NBA implemented an anti-flopping rule almost a decade ago, but it’s rarely enforced. That such a rule was needed in the first place is bad enough, but then they created one with fines that are a joke — since they miserably fail to follow through.

So the saga continues — much like America’s ever-increasing acceptance of the asinine & flagrantly false.

A buffoon befitting of this circus music — that is the legacy he’ll leave behind. He doesn’t concern himself with the future and the harm he does in shaping it.

And neither do you

They brought a [butter] knife to a gunfight

In the Florida election fiasco of 2000, I just wanted the right thing to be done — whether it served my interests or not was irrelevant.

And I said so at the time

That sense of fairness is so foreign that I might as well be speaking another language.

If Bush really won — then that’s what I wanted. If Gore did, that’s what I wanted.

When I’m trying to learn a new language — I start at the beginning. What I espouse was not a foreign language in elementary school — but it is now, because you lost your way.

You no longer understand the language of honesty, integrity, fairness, right & wrong, and habits like these — and you blame the messenger for your failure to grasp the goods.

Not me — I get to work

And start at the beginning . . .

I’m almost finished with a Covid Tracking tool I built in JavaScript, HTML, and CSS. It just happened to be Covid data — it’s a coding exercise that could have been anything along those lines to advance my skills.

I made it as challenging as possible

As I’m training my mind to become a better developer in areas of interest outside my bread & butter expertise.

The mistakes I’ve made have already been invaluable in that journey.

And the first thing I’m gonna do when it’s done:

  1. Get a pizza
  2. Pat myself on the back
  3. Send it to a few people who really know what they’re doing . . .

And ask ’em to . . .

Rip this thing apart and show me how to do it better next time.

At the heart of everything I advocate is the idea of leveraging knowledge. Every element is connected to a conviction that boils down to Saint Jerome’s journey:

Good, better, best. Never let it rest. ‘Til your good is better and your better is best.

“Good, better, best” and I go way back as well . . .

You really think someone with a lifelong history of exacting detail does anything half-ass? That you can’t correlate how one thing connects with another is not a flaw in my argument:

It’s a flaw in you.

I made a big mistake above

And not only did I come up with a way around it — it was a blessing in disguise.

We will cut the wheel down the middle

America is drowning in an ocean of baggage and bullshit — so you see everything through the lens of politics.

Mine’s problem solving . . .

That’s there’s a connection between the above & below in craftmanship, commitment, detail, and design:

What road have you taken to lose sight of such things deserving of at least a little respect?

respect is not my concern . . .

But if you showed some, it might be just enough to crack open a conduit to this quaint thing called conversation.

Countering with crap about my “11 followers” (all the way up to 14 now), my next-to-nothing views on the doc, my “TENS of readers,” I’m a “nobody” taking on your “National Treasure”:

By Sowell’s standards and supposedly yours — that’s against the rules . . .

All of them

In their collective state, the Borg are utterly without mercy; driven by one will alone: the will to conquer. They are beyond redemption, beyond reason.

— Jean-Luc Picard

All that aside

Your I-beam steel stubbornness and insults gave me the idea for this series on Sowell, so thanks for that. If I have any chance at all to get the word out, this will be my best chance.

I can live with that — knowing I did everything I could . . .

I’ve been writing about principles and WMD for decades, but in what I discovered about Sowell and the echo chamber around him:

I came up with a concrete plan for how to change the dynamic of debate in America.

Have you ever heard of anyone taking someone to task for the purpose of elevating them to a figure that could change the course of history?

That sounds intriguing — but that’s me.

Maybe when you’re done talking race, woke, and CRT for the ten thousandth time — we can consider approaching problems in a more multi-dimensional manner?

Just a thought

Sowell may be right about most things within his wheelhouse — but he doesn’t know jack about Iraq WMD.

He shot his mouth off anyway — and he damn sure had motive.

The Right would have beaten the hell out of Maverick had he acted like one when it mattered most.

Past is Prologue

I’m not informed enough on Powell’s early history to offer educated commentary on it. But if a man of his stature wouldn’t buck the system when he had enough clout to start a war or stop one — I’d say he’s always played it on the safe side.

The following scene shows just that in a striking contrast between the Powell that put Rumsfeld in his place on that dump truck deal — and the good soldier who put on that performance at the U.N.

— Richard W. Memmer: Epilogue

As Insincere as it Gets

Given the world-altering magnitude of the Iraq War, the chances of Sowell being a repeat offender on lying and/or manipulating matters in a manner outside the parameters of a “maverick”:

Sowell’s army of experts act like know they everything about him — and yet somehow missed his partisan hackery on subject matter that doesn’t get any more serious.

In the face of obvious lies and colossal incompetence — your guy gutted the truth.

He did nothing in the spirit of anything you put him on a pedestal for. What McWhorter said below is demonstrably false . . .

And there’s no two ways about it

It’s impossible for you to imagine how absurd McWhorter’s statement is to me.

In the domain of WMD, it’s so preposterous that it would be like someone saying to them that there are no race-related issues in America.

You guys don’t stray from your lane, but Sowell does — and by making commentary on that, you’re lending credence to a belief that’s untethered to reality.

You’re making the same mistake my English Professor friend made about Colin Powell.

You see Sowell through the appearance of propriety and fearless follower of facts — so you assume that translates into areas outside his area of expertise.

You’re making those judgments on myth — not merit.

And this young man of great promise — is making a huge mistake following in your footsteps on that front:

Loury & McWhorter made sweeping assumptions outside their lane in order to heap praise upon Sowell . . .

Would they step back out to correct him?

Of course not . . .

This is the Loury I was looking for

The Civil Rights Movement is over” — in 1984!

That — took guts!

Alas, that it was 37 years ago bolters my case about the forces of folly that smother such bold thinking. If you support truth-to-power people like Loury — think of my words as a way to help them.

Loury, McWhorter & Crew are doing their part — you’re not.

Cheerleading on YouTube doesn’t get it done.

When you see a sentence like “Not a trace of Thomas Sowell’s ‘follow the facts’ claim to fame can be found on the most world-altering topic of our time.” . . .

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” is not the mark of an intellectual giant (or an intellectual on any level).

Sowell is a great man because of his books. I stand by that. you want to refute his books — go ahead. I’m listening.

— Glenn Loury

Oh, I see — you wanna confine his record to a box of beliefs that suit you, and ignore anything that doesn’t. So the rules of argument you espouse on a daily basis don’t apply to you . . .

A lot of that goin’ around

I have no idea what you’re talking about . . .

What part of “WMD,” “biggest and most costly lie in modern history,” and “most world-altering topic of our time” — do you not understand?

Perhaps an inquiry or two for clarification was in order?

What happened to “looking at the deep questions”? . . .

We’re a university. We should be above whatever the fad or the fashion is of any given day. We should be looking at the deep questions. We should be analytical. We should be emphasizing reason. Instead, it was like a kind of emotional rush — in which . . . the president and provost and the top leadership of my university — wanted to jump on a bandwagon. They wanted to wave a banner.

And I thought to myself, what have we come to at the university — that the first reaction to grave matters — and the rioting in the street after George Floyd died is a grave matter.

That the reaction is not to think it through, not to question, not to assemble facts, not to make arguments — but instead to wave banners and spout slogans such that you could hardly distinguish what they were doing from a manifesto that would come out of Black Lives Matter

— Glenn Loury

Remove the references around George Floyd — and that behavior rings a bell.

The aftermath of this

That the reaction is not to think it through, not to question, not to assemble facts, not to make arguments — but instead to wave banners and spout slogans such that you could hardly distinguish what they were doing from a manifesto that would come out of . . .

We can talk about race and responsibility till the end of time — but heaven forbid we have a single conversation about war and responsibility.

Hard to Imagine

And Damn Disappointing to Boot

An intellectual is not closed-minded by any means on any subject

A friend said that on February 15, 2015 at 5:00 PM — and I immediately wrote it down. Contrast the intellectuals above with the North Star on the nuclear charge below.

When it comes to uranium enrichment, Dr. Houston Wood is perhaps the foremost expert on the planet — and yet even he leaves the door open.

But ya gotta make the argument — fantasy doesn’t cut it.

Now this is a pro . . .

And this — is Amateur Hour

I expect you to follow your own standards and think it through — not make excuses for why you won’t.

You said that they had no argument against your [R]ebuttal to Brown University’s letter on racism in the United States . . .

Neither do you on your National Treasure.

I must object

You’ll find the full email in What a Fool Believes He Sees — my response to Loury’s utterly ridiculous defense.

Once again, anybody can “follow the facts” when they’re going in the direction you desire — only the genuine article takes the trail no matter where it leads.

And they damn sure don’t fuss over tone along the way.

America is infected with the plague of wishful thinking — framing the “debate” in whatever way works in your favor.

In 100% of the replies in defense of Thomas Sowell on this issue — not one person has even remotely hinted at addressing the argument.

That is a gross breach of the very principles upon which they put him on a pedestal:

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

When I said I was cutting the connection — I meant it:

I’ve never heard Joe Biden speak as president.

And while I voted, I didn’t look to see who won — I only found out because a friend couldn’t resist telling me a week later. That same person told me that something happened on January 6th, but I didn’t check it out until recently.

I had never even heard of Rittenhouse until right around the verdict.

I can’t offer an informed opinion on the matter, but just from the video alone — I don’t know what the Left is looking at.

And they don’t either.

Like the Right, they carry baggage into every issue — so the next outrage is just another vehicle to further their agenda.

But if I want to get the word out, I’ve got no choice but to use some of these tools from time to time. And ya never know who’s listening like Loury did that day — and then another day a year later.

One Loury is worth wading through the assembly line of jackasses juiced up for a fight.

Moreover, what they never know is that I’m conducting something of psychological experiment. It’s entertainment to them — it’s material to me.

And while I may extend my rule for a few extra minutes here and there — on the whole, you’ve got 60 seconds to show me you’re worth my time.

Your reply shows me you have no such experience and knowledge. You played yourself, and you lost. Sorry, read some Thomas Sowell . . .

You’ll never know how much more the world had to offer you — and how much more you had to offer it.

The Right has a knack of controlling the narrative (and the Left seemingly goes out of its way to assist). But whatever damage is being done by “safe spaces” on campus and such, it pales in comparison to the one that rules them all:

Where regurgitating garbage gets people to “Like” you — celebrating “victory” by clicking “bravo” to bad manners and bunk.

Social Media is Safe-Space Central

Anything Goes on Safe-Space Central — where you can hide amongst friends in fellowship of fury. The ever-rising ocean of partisan pettiness is gluttony under the guise of concern.

The most costly entitlement of our time is the unyielding devotion to your own opinion . . . unburdened by whether it’s informed or not.

The human understanding when it has once adopted an opinion . . . draws all things else to support and agree with it. And though there be a greater number and weight of instances to be found on the other side, yet these it either neglects or despises . . . in order that by this great and pernicious predetermination the authority of its former conclusions may remain inviolate.

When I first came across Glenn Loury — I could not have imagined that I’d eventually see him in his own safe space. And they’re all in it. The more I saw, the more I knew what to expect when I sent that email.

I was deeply disappointed — but not one-bit surprised.

“The truth” about everybody — except Sowell . . .

He’s off limits

Subject: Let me tell you something about how the mind works, Mr. Pinker:

I obliterated the basis of Maverick — and all of you have a vested interest in denying reality to preserve a belief that is glaringly false.

Call it a “rant,” call it whatever you like — but every word I wrote is true.


November 20, 2016

While it is childish that people are protesting over Trump, it is equally absurd that those having a field day over it see themselves as a bastion of civility in political discourse. “Crying” about not getting your way takes on many forms.

Bitching about Obama every day for 8 years sounds a lot like [wailing] to me.

That you were right in many ways is irrelevant, as the issue is your highly selective demand for the truth. When you danced in denying him a Supreme Court nominee, that was not a principled position — it was you wanting to get your way at any cost.

So when the Left cries, they’re “snowflakes” — but when you do it, you’re freedom fighters?

Tell ya what . . .

You’re welcome to make your case and I’ll listen . . .

But you first . . .

There was no point in just doing another documentary on WMD alone — no matter how exhaustively detailed. It had to have something else — something to address the root of the problem.

While all of America is spinning its wheels on the symptoms.

Great minds throughout the ages provided a wealth of wisdom to prevent the folly of our ways.

And yet here we are in perennial pursuit of ideologies — warfare waged with:

opinions lightly adopted but firmly held . . . forged from a combination of ignorance, dishonesty, and fashion

What’s with the different names of your documentary?

What’s with your mindset that necessitates massaging it with harmonious headlines?

What I’m calling “The Trayvon Travesty” embodies the ubiquitous behavioral patterns of apologists who defend their position purely on faith — and the “Saga of Self-Deception” is the debauchery of platform politicking that has become America’s pastime.

On all-things Iraq, conservatives were in lockstep — just like liberals for Trayvon Martin.

By intersecting these topics, I show no favoritism in illustrating how emotion runs roughshod over reason.

That was the whole idea

And since nobody gave a damn about WMD — The Trayvon Travesty: A Saga of Self-deception was the best I could come up with at the time.

If I had it to do over again — I would have gone with what came to mind later for the promo clips: The WMD Delusion: Timeless Deceit by Democrats & Republicans Alike.

Trayvon would still be the hook into the whole thing — I just wouldn’t have used his name in the title if I had a better idea.

And sadly, that title has to factor for this “having said that” culture we’ve created — where you’ve gotta pamper your audience to pave the way for what you really wanna say.

And after you’ve soothed their minds with some degree of shared scrutiny — that goes right out the window the moment you mention anything that challenges their calcified convictions.

I gave it a shot anyway — riding high on a sliver of hope that I’d at least get a “hmmm” from . . .

Hey, he’s with us on the Left’s ludicrous ways — BLM, monuments, and even the hackery over the homeless.

As I wrote 2 years ago in Cruel To Be Kind:

More money + more services = more homeless
That formula doesn’t make sense to me.

But wait — you’re saying the Right is part of the problem too?

Does Not Compute

The fact that it doesn’t compute is precisely the point — to jar your mind into using it.

And since my signal of equally applied scrutiny is made with “WMD Delusion: Timeless Deceit by Democrats & Republicans Alike” — that’s what I would have gone with had it come up with it sooner.

“If I had it to do over again” — is nowhere to be found in politics.

You measure yourselves by belief and whatever gains it gets in the moment. And no matter how damaging the outcome down the road, you’ll do it all over again . . .

And again and again

Truth and integrity are just about branding: Messaging tools to browbeat the opposition about virtues you employ only part-time.

How fitting that it’s at 180 . . .

I come from a different place. A different time. A different way of life.

So many people and things can get you down
But it only takes one man to turn it around . . .

It’s an up and down world and you can’t change it
Might get a chance to rearrange it
If you hold on partner good things are coming to you

Even if 99 times out of a 100, you’re met with people with treat the truth with contempt — ya gotta keep the door open for the one who won’t.

That’s central to this site and all my efforts, so I damn well better deliver.

And if I fall short — it’s time to suck it up and say so.

I did

So many people and things can get you down
But it only takes one man to turn it around . . .

I obliterated the basis of that book

No rational person would argue otherwise.

But there’s still time to get it right — and that biography would blow the above out of the water.

A great man would have the guts to admit when he’s wrong . . .

And mark my words, that admission would accomplish far more than all the times he’s ever been right.

It’s an up and down world and you can’t change it
Might get a chance to rearrange it
If you hold on partner good things are coming to you . . .

Stick around — you’ll see

Comforted in the Cloak of Loyalty’s Lies, it just doesn’t register that by refusing to hold your own accountable — you do a cosmic disservice to your leaders, yourselves, and worst of all — America and the world around us.

Even if you pooh-pooh my mission for honesty, integrity, and decency — how about trying it out just for somethin’ different to do?

You can always go back to your old ways . . .

But if we don’t right this ship soon, returning to some sense of complying with reality has no chance — not in our lifetime, anyway.

Lara walked along the tracks following a path worn by pilgrims and then turned into the fields. Here she stopped and, closing her eyes, took a deep breath of the flower-scented air of the broad expanse around her. It was dearer to her than her kin, better than a lover, wiser than a book. For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life.

She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place.

― Doctor Zhivago (referenced in Into the Wild)

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