I get bored when someone starts bitching about the word “black.” That was one point on which me and the black militants were on the same page.

Tolerate this old guy while he gives a quick soliloquy on language:

The Episcopal, Catholic, and Orthodox Churches each claim to be episcopal, meaning rued by bishops; all three claim to represent orthodoxy; and all three claim to be catholic, meaning universal.

Religious discussion would be a real pain in the donkey if I had to say, “Episcopal, but I don’t mean that Catholics and Orthodox are not episcopal too,” or “Catholic, but I don’t mean to imply that Orthodox and Episcopalians are not universalist , too.” It would bore you to death!

Likewise, I get bored when “black” gets all this nit-picking criticism. No, it does not refer to people who are pure black. It refers to people who have black blood and, when push comes to shove, these people identify with blacks. That reflects the actual situation in our actual world, which is what language is USED to do.

Black is easily pronounceable. It is now accepted by all but diddlers. It does not make a Spanish-speaking black baseball player into an American the way African-American does. In short the word “black” performs the function for which language EXISTS.

Leave it to the anti-whites to play with words and try to get off the subject with definitions. Black is a perfectly good word, and I use it consistently.

I discussed Sanator Sam, Dave describes Dwayne. Dave’s piece is more entertaining and is original:

DAVE:

What children see, that most adults forget, is the ridiculousness of adult narcissism.

I remember my 8-year-old school mate Dwayne, who was uncommonly ugly and had a tendency to slobber (even though we all liked him): He like to say this about his ugliness, “When you are born ugly, you are going to be ugly the rest of your life so you might as well get used to it.”

Adults have a REAL HARD TIME with that one. Accordingly, we know where liberalism comes from.

The last time we had a real leftie in the Governor’s chair in the State of Washington was Mike Lowry, a former US Congressman, who represented the district that included the University of Washington in Seattle.

Like Dwayne, Mike Lowry is uncommonly ugly. It is a marvel how somebody so ugly could actually get elected to Congress, but when you are running from a university district, go figure.

As Governor, his department heads were so ugly, all died-in-the-wool lefties, that I could only look at them by peeking through my fingers.

No wonder these lefties are so deeply into the “we are all equal” mantra. You have to hang your hat on something.

Later, the Governor disappointed his constituents by paying out $90K (out of his own pocket) to settle a sexual harassment claim (copping feels) by one of his female aids. That ended his political career, but it was all so very logical.

Dwayne never had any such problems. He was into self-acceptance and realism at a very early age. Today, he is a died-in-the-wool right-winger, with a stash of gold, a pickup truck, a mean dog, a Browning 1911, and an ugly wife and an ugly kid.

Like I said, we always liked Dwayne.

News is made by those who say, “X said this today.”

History is made by those who keep repeating,. “This basic assumption is wrong. This basic assumption is evil.”

A lot of people have objected to my pretending to be a hick. By age sixteen I had reached a level of sophistication where I DESPISED self-styled “intellectuals” with the same vehemence that they despised “hicks.”

In the case of nut cases like me and Senator Samuel Ervin of North Carolina, claiming to be “hicks” is pure egomania.

I am a “hick” in the sense that I can tell when something is simply SILLY. “Intellectuals” talk pure crap. Respectable conservatives answer this pure crap as if it were Serious Thought. By the time one gets through debating this crap as if it were real logic one has entered into their delusions. Entering into the delusions of a crazy person is one of the things one is taught to avoid in dealing with the mentally ill.

Senator Sam .acted like he was representing the hicks. “Intellectuals” thought he was laughing at the “hicks,” the way the Kennedys were laughing at the Boston Southies who supported them slavishly.

It never occurred to the “intellectuals” that Senator Sam was laughing at THEM.

One brag I have made here is that I was an Honorary Boston Southie, that West Virginia coal miners said that “Whitaker speaks for us.”

Hence my Proud Hickdom. That is what I read into Jesus’s words about the Scribes and the Pharisees. He said that Evil with a PhD is Doctor Evil.

Senator Sam was not Jesus. I am not Jesus. For us, this attitude is unapologetic egomania.

In Washington, it was easy. I put on my deepest Southern accent, like Senator Sam Ervin with his “I’m just a country lawyer from North Carolina.” People who knew that Senator Sam was a MAGNA Cum Laude graduate of the Harvard Law School found his claiming to be a hick DISGUSTING.

Senator Sam never deviated from that hick image because it WORKED. He (and I) found that Yankees in Washington, DC are absolutely INCURABLE. They are suffering from a form of hypnosis. No matter how many times they told themselves, “Senator Ervin is a brilliant man, he is a DANGEROUS man.” they still fell under the spell of their entire life training about Southern accents.

No one without a Southern “accent” (WE don’t HAVE an accent, YOU do) can get away with asking basic questions, over and over. But we Southerners are considered to be children. We can ask and ask and ask, demanding an answer the way a child does.

That made it hilarious for me to watch Senator Sam in action. You really have to be able to talk your ass off to make a career criminal seem like a victim of circumstances. Only Senator Sam could get away with repeating, “But isn’t this guy just an evil person?”

To a Kennedy, the idea that someone is just “a bad person” is unthinking, judgmental, uncompassionate, anti-intellectual and so forth.

But even a Kennedy has to deal with the children. You have to answer the children who simply won’t shut up.

I don’t know how may of you have had the ego-deflating experience of trying to answer the insistent questions of a small child. You have a choice. You can 1) decide that the kid really is too young to understand the High Sophistication of what you are saying or 2) You can rethink what you are saying to the extent that some of it just doesn’t make sense.

What protects Political Correctness is that no one has the guts to be seen as a child. Senator Sam enjoyed the game. I think I am so much smarter than self-styled “intellectuals’ that I would be embarrassed at being accused of competing with them.