Tyranny of the Minority

in Wisconsin, judicial fiddling is thwarting the will of the majority. With Republicans in power, democratic Leftists are not about to go without a fight. And, we can expect the same in Ohio.

Judging by the antics of the minority in Ohio and Wisconsin, you wouldn't know thee had been an election throwing the Democrats out of power. The left has fallen back on their tried and true - getting a Leftist Judge to back them up.

A fight is looming, not only in Ohio and Wisconsin, but across the nation as labor unions pour money into the alphabet networks. The spin? Why, those who are calliing for an end to the insanity of govenment ot-of-control spending are out to eliminate the middle class. Did you ever hear such bunk in your life?

Unions have a stranglehold on their membership. Anybody who has followed the history of French labor understands what is going on here. Did you know that during a Pacific battle in WWII union workers on an ammunition ship refused to unload? This happened in the middle of an island batrtle. The Marines unloaded the ship themselves, after throwing the union members overboard.

At stake here is whether elections will be what they have always been or whether the Left will continue to corrupt what has been our American way of life.

The Cleveland Plain Dealer this past week used the story of the 1911 shirt factory fire in New York City to support the need for unions. Only a butthead would dispute that labor was exploited grievously. But to use that example to justify what is going on today defies logic.

J. Edgar Hoover wrote a book called "The Big Lie." It's being practiced here openly.

Do You Know How Much Crap is on Shopping Cart Handles?

Commenting on a newspaper article I had just read regarding the amounts and types of bacteria found on shopping cart handles, I said I now disinfect both my hands and the handles of the cart with the anti-bacterial wipes provided by the store.

One of the parties I was speaking with asked me my age. When I told her she commented something to the affect that I had lived this long without using anti-bacterial wipes and we’re becoming, in her opinion, a world of people who overuse anti-biotics and thereby are less able to resist infections.

While there may be some truth in her unnecessarily sarcastic retort, I was nonetheless offended by her inferring that what I was now doing was ridiculous and pointless.

My Fight with Caveman

Just this week I had been thinking of updating a story I had previously written about when my family moved from the west side of Cleveland to the east side. When I wrote it JC was TJ to protect the guilty. I submitted "We're Moving to the East Side?" to the editor of the Plain Dealer Sunday Magazine. They had previously published "My First Flight". The new editor however had rejected this one, saying it appeared "contrived". Thinking about him this week for some reason, it was my intention to trim the original story and just post the part about my fight with "Caveman." In this morning's Plain Dealer is "Caveman's", Addison Anderson's, obituary.

In 1954, midway through the 7th grade, our family moved to the Buckeye Road area of Cleveland. I went from a mostly Irish-Catholic grade school to one that was primarily Hungarian. Why we moved is another story.

As far as I was concerned, the east side was the other side of the world. I was uncomfortable with the thought of moving again after only four years. I had plenty of good friends, was a Boy Scout, the catcher on the CYO baseball team and a guard on the basketball team. The new school had no sports teams at all. I would miss it all: school, friends, neighborhood and sports.

The house we were renting was smaller than our west side home and it sat in the rear of a front house. While the family was busy settling in, my education was restarted at St. Margaret of Hungary grade school.

Wanting to make my best and baddest impression on my first day at school, I carefully scanned the available supply of the clean clothes that were unpacked. The choices were pretty limited. Being the third of nine children of a Cleveland cop never allowed a budget for new and fashionable clothes. Hand-me-downs were the order in our family. I selected my favorite and best pair of trousers to wear, the pair that fit me best. Black with a gray stripe down the side, the cuffs were 'pegged', considerably smaller than the legs. A non-descript shirt completed my ensemble and, with growing feelings of uneasiness and dread, I headed off to begin the new day.

The 7th grade teacher, Sister Mary Broken Knuckles, was beyond the golden years. Halfway through the morning the school bell clanged loudly. A Fire Drill? Air raid? What, we get a recess? Now here was something different from St. Vincent De Paul - recess. Probably for the teachers' mental health rather than anything we students might gain. A fifteen-minute break to be spent outside in the playground. Great. The line out to recess was surprisingly orderly. Once out in the playground I was approached by a classmate.

"Hi, my name is Addison Anderson. When did you move here?"

Trouble began right away for what I heard was, "Hi, my name is Anderson Anderson." A little confused at meeting someone with the same first and last names, I repeated my question. "What's your first name?"

"Anderson," I again heard repeated.

"And what's your LAST name?"

"Anderson."

Still confused, I repeated the first question. "What did you say your FIRST name is?"

"ANDERSON, MY NAME IS ANDERSON ANDERSON" he exploded. "You a wise guy or something? You wanna fight me?"

I wasn't a wimp but I didn't want to fight anybody. The last fight I was pushed into was at St. V's. That one was with Gary Dixon, the class bull’s hitter who deserved to get knocked around a bit. That one was a draw. I was average in height and thin, but wiry. Now, faced with a fight on my first day at school, I hadn't any idea how to extricate myself from the challenge. I was also the new kid on the block. To back out of a fight would mean that I was 'chicken', a label that any red-blooded school kid feared being applied to him. Following my base instincts I scowled, "Name the time and place."


"In the lavatory, right after school," Anderson quickly responded, still angry with me for what he perceived as my attempt to make him look like foolish. Anderson had another name too - Caveman. Not a bad moniker for someone about to engage in a fight. Kind of intimidates the opposition right away. The word about the fight got around. The lavatory after school was crowded with guys trying to get ringside seats to witness the fracas.

Caveman and I immediately began the time-honored tradition of warrior dialogue as we slowly circled each other. "Come-on, wiseass, make a move."

“Besides being ugly I notice you don't use deodorant."

That was enough to begin the first and only round. We pounced on each other, trading headlocks, hammerlocks and half nelsons, finally rolling on the floor clutched in hand-to-hand combat. Caveman was the home team, cheered on all his partisan supporters. The fight probably lasted only about five minutes with no bloodshed. We tired quickly and, to my recollection, the fight was deemed a standoff, nobody losing, and winning each other's respect. Caveman might have had a different recollection of who won!

During the 7th and 8th grade Addison had the greatest birthday parties at home. His mother cleared out his bedroom and allowed us to have pillow fights in the dark, with refreshments served afterwords. It was great fun until the year we broke a bedroom window and his Mom freaked a bit about it.

In later years while I was stationed at Fort Hood, Texas, someone wrote me with his address in El Paso. He invited me to his "humble abode" but I was never able to scrape together the necessary $$ to get there. We lost touch after that. I'd heard he went to Viet Nam and,like so many returned veterans, suffered some issues afterwards. He apparently lived in plain sight here in the Cleveland area but we could never locate him for class reunions and breakfast get-togethers. I was saddened to learn he was right under our noses the whole the time.

I will see you on the other side Anderson Anderson.

Thank you, again, Dr. Cosby, or What Would Abraham Lincoln Think Today?

All, it's about time somebody said it!

BILL HAS DONE IT AGAIN.


'They're standing on the corner and they can't speak English.

I can't even talk the way these people talk:

Why you ain't,
Where you is,
What he drive,
Where he stay,
Where he work,
Who you be...

And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. And then I heard the father talk.
Everybody knows it's important to speak English except these knuckleheads. You can't be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth. In fact you will never get any kind of job making a decent living.

People marched and were hit in the face with rocks to get an Education, and now we've got these knuckleheads walking around.

The lower economic people are not holding up their end in this deal. These people are not parenting. They are buying things for kids. $500 sneakers for what? And they won't spend $200 for Hooked on Phonics.

I am talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit.
Where were you when he was 2? Where were you when he was 12? Where were you when he was 18 and how come you didn't know that he had a pistol? And where is the father? Or who is his father?

People putting their clothes on backward: Isn't that a sign of something gone wrong?

People with their hats on backward, pants down around the crack, isn't that a sign of something?

Isn't it a sign of something when she has her dress all the way up and got all type of needles [piercing] going through her body?

What part of Africa did this come from??

We are not Africans. Those people are not Africans; they don't know a thing about Africa .....

I say this all of the time. It would be like white people saying they are European-American. That is totally stupid.

I was born here, and so were my parents and grand parents and, very likely my great grandparents. I don't have any connection to Africa, no more than white Americans have to Germany , Scotland , England , Ireland , or the Netherlands . The same applies to 99 percent of all the black Americans as regards to Africa . So stop, already! ! !

With names like Shaniqua, Taliqua and Mohammed and all of that crap ......... And all of them are in jail.

Brown or black versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person's problem.

We have got to take the neighborhood back.

People used to be ashamed. Today a woman has eight children with eight different 'husbands' -- or men or whatever you call them now.

We have millionaire football players who cannot read. We have million-dollar basketball players who can't write two paragraphs. We, as black folks have to do a better job.

Someone working at Wal-Mart with seven kids, you are hurting us. We have to start holding each other to a higher standard. We cannot blame the white people any longer.'

Dr.. William Henry 'Bill' Cosby, Jr., Ed..D.



WELL SAID, BILL
It's NOT about color...

It's about behavior!!!

Media manipulation in the United States

The most recent televised scenes out of Libya showed a crowd of little kids holding up signs in English. There were also adults with their faces covered up. I could just imagine the people behind the camera orchestrating events for American and World press.

The powerful television interests in the United States can be said to contribute to the success or failure of coups and changes in government throughout the world. I am old enough to recall the so-called 'students' in Iran when the Shah (our friend and ally) was deposed. I, too, remember the American hostages that were taken by the same group, protected by Marines without any ammo in their M-14s.

So, what's my point in all this? Simply that I don't believe what I see coming from our White House. I don't believe what I hear coming from our White House. And I certainly don't believe it when it's filtered and spun via NBC, CBS and ABC.

I am bracing myself for another attempt - that of untold millions/billions of American dollars being sent to these countries to foster "democracy". Dare I say I'm also bracing for hundreds of thousands of 'refugees' from political persecution?

In the American midwest there are Somalis working in meat packing plants. What's wrong with this picture?

I note New York's Peter King will hold hearings on radical Islam. Already the "crowd" of protesters are out in front of the television cameras. Makes it looks like most Americans are opposed to these hearings. King is being portrayed here as a hateful man.

Are we getting the right picture here?

WESTBORO BAPTIST CHURCH

Our Supreme Court has called it their right to spew their hate speech at the funerals of our fallen. They're calling it free speech. But it's not. It's hate speech. And I thought we had laws against it.

Another example of our government speaking with a forked tongue.

We, the majority.

Talk about crafting a mass mindset....Cleveland's only daily, the Plain Dealer, is the master.

They have revealed a recent "poll" that says we Americans would rather raise taxes than cut benefits to public workers in order to reduce state budget deficits. My first thought was, "Hmmm, whose poll is THIS?"

Taking a closer look was not a "eureka" moment. No surprise, they quoted a New York Times/CBS Poll. But, that's not all. On their OPINION page we find a letter from a Lyndhurst, Ohio reader that thinks all of us here must bail out the State of Ohio. Really?

The thinking of some people reflect two possible realities. The first, and probably the most accurate, is that years of Leftist/Liberal/Progressive editorial spin in the broadcast and print media have honed the minds of the masses. I recall seeing it on the blank faces of Iraqi prisoners of war who were being questioned. One half of their brain had never been exercised.

A second and possible reality is thinkers like the Lyndhurst resident are walk-a-ways from confinement in an Ohio Department of Mental Health facility.

It's payback time, but not from Ohio's taxpayers. Those with the excessive sick and vacation days, non-contributory pensions and no-cost-to-them medical coverage plans, are the recipients of benefits the majority of Ohioans have not had. Let them pay their own way, like the rest of us do.