David Brooks and His Ilk - Why Trump Will Win Again and by a Landslide

"A purity spiral occurs when a community becomes fixated on implementing a single value that has no upper limit, and no single agreed interpretation. The result is a moral feeding frenzy." Gavin Haynes -How knitters got knotted in a purity spiral:A process of moral outbidding is corroding small communities from within in UNHERD

I am supposed to hate President Trump, America, past and present, my skin color and myself.

Not gonna.

The people who insist that I do range from celebrated faux-intellectual David Brooks to members of my vast and blue-collar family.

I love blue collars, but only wore one at work when I had to wear one.  For 46 of my 68 years, I was a high school English teacher,  I consider teaching a profession.  I joined no union to ensure my continued pay days.  I am an independent contractor, like an accountant, or lawyer.  You know, other professionals?

I am an Irish Catholic.  I adhere to the faith that fought Communism and teaches eternal truths.   Too many Irish Catholics adhere to the moveable feast of Cardinal Teddy McCarrick's  American neo-Unitarian catholic thought - abortion is a personal choice and marriage is . . . well, who's to say?

My father and his brothers fought fascism and communism.  My uncle Bart told me that the difference between Nazis and Commies is  the difference between horseshit and manure,

My Uncle Bud sealed an expensive crematorium shut that was  purchased by Cook Country Hospital and dedicated to burning aborted babies.  He threatened to quit as Chief Engineer of Cook County if ordered to unseal it and Cook County Board President George Dunne backed down.  Until, Uncle Bud retired.

That was long ago.

Now, things have evolved and the union that was once led by people who fought abortion and Communism are Ok with policies embraced by Abortionists and the Communists, Rioters and Looters.

Donald Trump was a real estate hustler and a media darling when Uncle Bud and Uncle Bart had something to say about my beliefs and actions.  They are at home with Christ and we are taking a knee when told to do so and  always trying to stay WOKE.

I never had the slightest regard for Donald Trump, until he became the 45th President of the United States.  I viewed him to be a narcissist and a boor.

I believe that he still might be both, but also more so.

In fact, any scan of my blog posts attests to that statement,

Once elected, Donald J. Trump was treated to a Tsunami of hate that runs madly to its yet unfinished spiral down into history.

Once elected and inaugurated,  Donald J. Trump did exactly what he promised to do. He repealed Obama Care, re-negotiated the idiotic NAFTA trade scam, enforced genuine immigration reforms, reversed Obama's fascist (benefited oligarchs like Warren Buffet) Energy policies, enacted real reform in Education.

Doing exactly what he said he would do set loose the Dogs of WOKE - Martin Sheen, Rob Reiner, Barbra Streisand all of the JOURNOLISTAS of Obama and of course David Brooks.

From the howling cast of Hamilton to unemployed jazz musicians, from artists dependent upon the 65,000 annual NEH grants, to skilled tradesmen with paid up dues, to every media outlet and academic charlatan in the United States President Trump and his family and supporters are reviled, denounced and lied about with active and energetic joy.

No President has ever been treated as badly and with zero let-up. Even President Obama was cut yards of slack and merited very little consideration.

President Trump seems to invite greater and more virulent hostility, but he also seems impervious to the darts and spit-balls.  Trump's wife and kids have my sympathies.  The President?  Not so much,  He calls the tune.

That said,  I detest the people who hate President Trump much more than their target.  They are the people who hate everything that I admire - loyalty, genuine patriotism, religious tolerance, dedication to vocation and willingness to help a neighbor.   People can get away with any lie, accusation, or calumny, because everyone is willing accept anything said or claimed against Donald Trump.

Lately, President Trump is claimed to have denigrated fallen American soldiers.

I doubt that very much.  This is another morality spiral - out of control.

There are 58 days until the election and President Trump will trounce Joe Biden on November 3rd.

Why will he win?  David Brooks.  David Brooks is a fatuous ninny, with a career as a fatuous ninny.

Here is David Brooks on why Trump can't win :

Donald Trump has been running on a sense of menace, a sense that there is a lot of danger out there in the world and that he is the one to restore order. And so the keystone of his visit was the image of him standing behind — in front of a burned-out buildings, and he wants to convey that message.
Joe Biden has run as a uniter. And so he went to speak to the Blake family. He pleased them very much with his sensitivity of what they were going through.
And you would have to say the evidence so far is that the law and order campaign that Trump has been running since the convention has not shown much impact on the polls. He is still down seven or eight points.
If you ask people on a whole range of measures which candidate makes you feel safe, Biden wins on — any way you ask that question, Biden wins. If you ask people, is Donald Trump making it worse, 55 percent say Donald Trump is making it worse.
So, the law and order message, at least so far, and as expressed through Kenosha, not working...Real Clear Politics

Biden Wins!  Morality spiral.

David Brooks backed Hilary Clinton in 2016 and predicted a thorough drubbing of Donald Trump.

David Brooks deplores Trump supporters - guys like me.

This from his pre-2016 election day New York Times brain-ooze:

A few weeks ago I met a guy in Idaho who was absolutely certain that Donald Trump would win this election. He was wearing tattered, soiled overalls, missing a bunch of teeth and was unnaturally skinny. He was probably about 50, but his haggard face looked 70. He was getting by aimlessly as a handyman.
I pointed to the polls and tried to persuade him that Hillary Clinton might win, but it was like telling him a sea gull could play billiards. Everybody he knows is voting Trump so his entire lived experience points to a Trump landslide. He was a funny, kind guy, but you got the impression his opportunities had been narrowed by forces outside his control.

Trump wins and will win again!  He will win because people like David Brooks, caitiffs, poltroons, and alarmist wimps, hate happy people who can read a news article, pay attention to human events, pay their own way and cast their own votes.  Like the guy in Idaho in soiled overalls, millions more Americans will cast their votes for Donald J. Trump.

Because filthy people like David Brooks feed the morality spiral, it will bring many millions of people " wearing tattered, soiled overalls, missing a bunch of teeth and . . . unnaturally skinny." to the polls to pull for Trump.

Review - Disney's Live Action Mulan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not gonna see it! The cartoon stunk like Gary and the Chicago Stockyards in the 1960's.

Now, how about a Wuhan - a live action treatment of the bat-eating dope who allowed billionaires to ruin global economies and affect the greatest transfer of wealth in human history?  That would be cool.

Now, back to The Rebel, starring Nick Adams as Johnnie Yuma!

Eat the Peach, Pitch the Stone, but Save the Ball Mason Jar - Hoosier Evolution

Eat the Peach, Pitch the Stone, but Save the Ball Mason Jar - Hoosier Evolution



Would you like to throw a stone at me?

Here, take all that’s left of my peach.

Blood-red, deep:

Heaven knows how it came to pass.

Somebody’s pound of flesh rendered up.

Wrinkled with secrets

And hard with the intention to keep them.

Why, from silvery peach-bloom,

From that shallow-silvery wine-glass on a short stem

This rolling, dropping, heavy globule?

I am thinking, of course, of the peach before I ate it.

Peach - DH Lawrence





I live in peach country, northwest Indiana and southwest Michigan, and revel in the lucious fruit all summer long.  The Peach is the Ava Gardner of fruit and it would damage a love-sick heart like Frank Sinatra's with its tantalyzing flesh, alluring syrup and beguiling aroma.  I can get huge, juicy and fragrant Michigan peaches from the weekly Farmer's Market located at 8th Street & Washington every Saturday.  These are tree ripened beauties for $.99 a pound, or $15 a bushel.  The way I go through peaches between July and September the bushel would make sense, but I was never a thrifty gent.  The peach appeals to the wastrel, the prodigal and the easily allured.

I would tear my Covid-19 Mask off, in front of Dr. Fauci and a squad of underfed, snarling Karens wearing I had Twenty Abortions T-Shirts, if offered a lush sun-rise colored Michigan peach and gnaw on it to the stone and wipe my chins with the PPI intended to arrest Covid dropplets.

I get allured.

I devour peaches from July, until the supply runs dry and go fresh peach abstinent until next summer.  I will eat canned and jarred peaches, which is like kissing a homely cousin, and dream of the return of Amish Peach Pies, Cabo’s Peach Smoothies, Peaches and Cream for breakfast and Fresh Peach Chutneys.

I am a lousy baker, but a pretty fair cook and peaches make a wonderful addition to pork and chicken dishes. My peach pies are unworthy of the fruit itself.  A cobbler?  Maybe.  A Pie, or cake?  Not a chance in hell.  Peaches make great sauces and jellies and living in this Hoosier Heaven I am surrounded by Mason Jars.

I have put up peaches, but not for a few years.  They never seem to live long enough to get par-boiled, peeled and sliced for the Bell Mason Jar.

The Ball Mason jar was born in Buffalo New York, but moved to Muncie, Indiana, in 1889.  The glass blown to make the iconic green tinted glass jars came from the sands of now vanished Hoosier Slide right here in Michigan City,Indiana.  The Hoosier Slide was over 200 feet at its peak and dominated the lakeshore, until the sands sent by the rail-car load to Ball in Muncie erased the dune from the shorescape 100 years ago. Ubi Sunt? 

Well, many of those jars, bottles, ashtrays and glassy geegaws returned to the Lake and now are returning to the shore as indigenous jewelry which is sold by  Michigan City Dunebillies in the many high-end Yuppie Shoppes for Fine People of Illinois (FIPS) on Franklin Street and near Lighthouse Mall.

Lake Michigan Beach Glass is formed by the undulating waves and time from glass bottles tossed into the Lake by idiots for generations.  These are beautiful local artifacts that smart locals sell to the Fine People of Illinois for up $65 per collection. God beat all of us to recycling. When an idiot tossed his Old Dutch Root Beer Bottle, a Drewerys, a Green River, or an empty Ball Mason Jar into the foamy lquid of Lake Michigan, God began setting Nature to its task.  “ LO, make some Beach Glass for generations upon generation, while a I Smote this Yamhead’s ass!”

And it came to pass!

So, a few decades ago some Yamhead walking along the Lighthouse wall polished off a pint of peaches and tosses his Ball Mason jar into the mighty waves of Lake Michigan and then force and matter come together to make beautiful beach glass.




The great-grand daughters of the said Yamhead take the South Shore Line from their hipster homestead in Streeterville on the Mag Mile, in order to play at the Blue Chip Casino and win a hundo-a piece on the slots.  They take their boodle to Franklin Street and buy beach glass that originated when the grand-Yamhead was too lazy to take his Ball Mason Jar home or find a proper recpticle,




The girls spend the last twenty on a bushel of Peaches at the Farmer's Market at 8th & Franklin.  Then, they heft the heavy fruit aboard the South Shore Lines for the long trek back to Streeterville.




Peaches, to glass, to beach glass.  Eat the Peach. Toss the stone.  Save the Mason Jar.




Science, kids! Everyone loves science.




I love peaches and Mason jars.

Thugs Kill Baby, Again! Trading Shots for Votes and Calling it Gun Violence

I got up this morning to a bold orange-colored sky, announcing a glorious Sunday in Michigan City, Indiana.

Mass is at 10 AM at St. Stanislaus, six blocks to the south of my home and up a paved street that was once a sand dune.

I read the news, beginning with Second City Cop, the only reliable source of news in Chicago and run by a mysteriously literate, witty and clear-thinking police officer.

The officer/writer included a Chicago media report of the slaughter of the baby and the wounding of his mother, while they returned home from a laundromat near 60th & Halsted in the Englewood neighborhood.  A car pulled up next to their car and seven to eight shots were fired, hitting the infant in the chest and grazing the mother.

Second City Cop knows all too well that no shooter will be brought to trial for this horror, but points directly at who is responsible:  Mayor Lori Lightfoot, Cook County Board President Toni Preckwinkle, her creature States Attorney Kim Foxx, Cook County Sheriff Tom Dart and Chief of Cook County Courts Tim Evans.

These pandering politicians are intellectual lightweights and shameless hucksters, concerned only with playing race-opportunity cards at every deal.

Tom Dart's press people paint him as a really WOKE and thoughtful agent of change, but he should act like a sheriff.  Hollywood actor John Cusack already grabbed the role that Dart insists upon playing to the advantage of no one but himself and his connected siblings. Dart has allowed the worst of the worst back on to Chicago's streets and preened before the likes of the oafish Mike Flannery and other propaganda spinners in Chicago's supine media.

Mayor Lightfoot proved herself to be a total incompetent this past May when she gave the green light to looters and Marxist agitators.

Toni Preckwinkle is a proven bigot and a vindictive power wielding oligarch.

Tim Evans is a career Democratic Party hack who parlayed his seat as a do-nothing alderman into a race-baiting grievance-policy autocrat who sends career criminals back to do havoc on Chicago.

The common shield used by each of these vote-sucking hacks is the strawman "Gun Violence."

The car used to drive up to the infant and his mother was driven by a thug.  The 7-8 bullets sprayed into the mother and child were helped along by the fingers of thugs.

Guns are inanimate objects.

Politicians and thugs know exactly what they are doing and they could care less about consequences.

I buried a score or more of bright and talented young men when I worked at Leo High School -1995-2016.  From Eric Ersery to Jason Riley to Antonio Collins, same old, same old - no one was caught, charged, tried, convicted, or imprisoned.  Hey, it's gun violence. No harm, no foul. 

I woke up in Michigan City, Indiana.  There are shots fired in this Indiana town, but they do not become part of a compelling narrative used to keep grifters elected to office.

I will go to 10 AM Mass at St. Stanislaus and say a prayer for the baby's mother. The child is home with Christ.

Chicago, Cook County and Illinois will do absolutely nothing for the grieving and wounded mother. 

Tom Dart will preen for Mike Flannery.  Lori Lightfoot will blame Trump. Toni Preckwinkle will raise taxes on everything and anything but her perpetual scowl and contempt for anyone not Toni Preckwinkle,  Kim Foxx will whine about police officers leading happy lives and she can't have that, and Tim Evans will open the iron bars and let more thugs out to exact more gun violence.

These politicians are not the only problem, however.

The other problem is that nice people will continue to allow Dart, Lightfoot, Preckwinkle and Foxx to hold public office,  Can't do a damn thing about Judge Tim Evans. He ain't going nowhere.

Neither is a former one-year old from Englewood.