This is a screwy country, ladies and gentlemen, and never more so than on the subject of race. Absolutely crazed, this country — particularly the leftward side, of course.
If you listened to MSNBC, how could you deny it? A few weeks ago, an AP reporter quoted an Obama speech. The president said, “Stop complainin’. Stop grumblin’. Stop cryin’. We are going to press on.” The reporter left off the g’s, just as Obama had. He was giving us a sense of what the speech was like, just as a reporter should. He was being faithful to the tone and art of the speech.
And an MSNBC commentator said this was “racist” — and not just “racist” but “inherently racist.”
Nutso (in addition to nasty).
You might enjoy this: Last winter, I interviewed Thomas Sowell, the conservative intellectual. (You can find the resulting piece here.) One of my questions was, “Who has treated you worse over the years? Other black people or white liberals?” He shook his head, chuckled, and said, “It’s too close to call.”
Via The Drudge Report in particular, I keep seeing stories about sex crimes — primarily rape — at Occupy Wall Street demonstrations, or in Occupy Wall Street communities, or whatever they are. Here are two headlines from Saturday: “‘Occupy Madison’ loses permit due to public masturbation”; “Woman charged with pimping teen recruited at ‘Occupy New Hampshire.’”
If these stories ever circulated about the Tea Party — why, they’d be on the covers of Time and Newsweek, wouldn’t they? And the New York Times would drop everything to investigate those stories.
Hang on, I see now on Drudge a story from the New York Post. It quotes a woman calling herself Leslie, a denizen of Zuccotti Park. She speaks of two rapes, then says, “We don’t tell anyone. We handle it internally. I said too much already.”
Uh-huh. I wonder whether there is an Occupy Wall Street omertà.
According to a Philadelphia grand jury, one Dr. Kermit Gosnell “regularly and illegally delivered live, viable babies in the third trimester of pregnancy — and then murdered these newborns by severing their spinal cords with scissors.”
Dr. Gosnell is not one of the two who have pleaded guilty. Adrienne Moton is. And I will quote from the article:
The grand jury said that a clinic co-worker of Moton’s testified that a woman gave birth to a large baby at the clinic, delivering the child into a toilet. The jurors identified the newborn as “Baby D.”
The jurors said the co-worker told them that the baby was moving and looked like it was swimming.
“Moton reached into the toilet, got the baby out and cut its neck,” the grand jury said in its report.
Well, whoop-de-do. This is such a weird, morally confused country. You can abort to your heart’s content, and Americans will fight to the death for your right to do it. But should you “get rid of” your baby after he has slipped the womb, we cry, “Eek! Murder! How shocking!”
Really, does “Baby D” truly care whether you get him an hour before birth or a few minutes after? Why are we so squeamish? Why does a nation that has tolerated abortion on demand for 40 years get all prissy about fishing newborns out of toilets and cutting their necks?
Our country has problems, yes, but I’m not sure they’re primarily economic.
I’ll never forget Wesley Clark, running for the Democratic nomination for president: “Life begins with the mother’s decision.” With a mind like that, how could he have failed to get the nomination, and the presidency?
Okay, a little golf (we’re used to abrupt switches here in Impromptus): I’m a conservative, so I’m supposed to be against changes. I’m supposed to defend the status quo. This is a dumb view of conservatism, but many people hold it.
In my opinion, there are some rules of golf that are absolutely indefensible and should go — and I was delighted to read last week that one of them is going: the one that penalizes you a stroke if your ball should happen to move after you’ve addressed it (but not touched it). This was always perversely unfair. And rules should not be like that.
To read an article about this rule change, go here. The next target on my list? The rule about signing an incorrect scorecard. No more DeVicenzos, I say! (To refresh yourself on what happened at the 1968 Masters, go here.)
Finally, a fun letter from Seabrook, Texas: “Jay, wanted to pass along a name I heard today while in a doctor’s waiting room: Betty Kister. I bet he did, too!”