• Pragerisms

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    Dennis Prager Wisdom.

    • "The left is far more interested in gaining power than in creating wealth."
    • "Without wisdom, goodness is worthless."
    • "I prefer clarity to agreement."
    • "First tell the truth, then state your opinion."
    • "Being on the Left means never having to say you're sorry."
    • "If you don't fight evil, you fight gobal warming."
    • "There are things that are so dumb, you have to learn them."
  • Liberalism’s Seven Deadly Sins

    • Sexism
    • Intolerance
    • Xenophobia
    • Racism
    • Islamophobia
    • Bigotry
    • Homophobia

    A liberal need only accuse you of one of the above in order to end all discussion and excuse himself from further elucidation of his position.

  • Glenn’s Reading List for Die-Hard Pragerites

    • Bolton, John - Surrender is not an Option
    • Bruce, Tammy - The Thought Police; The New American Revolution; The Death of Right and Wrong
    • Charen, Mona - DoGooders:How Liberals Hurt Those They Claim to Help
    • Coulter, Ann - If Democrats Had Any Brains, They'd Be Republicans; Slander
    • Dalrymple, Theodore - In Praise of Prejudice; Our Culture, What's Left of It
    • Doyle, William - Inside the Oval Office
    • Elder, Larry - Stupid Black Men: How to Play the Race Card--and Lose
    • Frankl, Victor - Man's Search for Meaning
    • Flynn, Daniel - Intellectual Morons
    • Fund, John - Stealing Elections
    • Friedman, George - America's Secret War
    • Goldberg, Bernard - Bias; Arrogance
    • Goldberg, Jonah - Liberal Fascism
    • Herson, James - Tales from the Left Coast
    • Horowitz, David - Left Illusions; The Professors
    • Klein, Edward - The Truth about Hillary
    • Mnookin, Seth - Hard News: Twenty-one Brutal Months at The New York Times and How They Changed the American Media
    • Morris, Dick - Because He Could; Rewriting History
    • O'Beirne, Kate - Women Who Make the World Worse
    • Olson, Barbara - The Final Days: The Last, Desperate Abuses of Power by the Clinton White House
    • O'Neill, John - Unfit For Command
    • Piereson, James - Camelot and the Cultural Revolution: How the Assassination of John F. Kennedy Shattered American Liberalism
    • Prager, Dennis - Think A Second Time
    • Sharansky, Natan - The Case for Democracy
    • Stein, Ben - Can America Survive? The Rage of the Left, the Truth, and What to Do About It
    • Steyn, Mark - America Alone
    • Stephanopolous, George - All Too Human
    • Thomas, Clarence - My Grandfather's Son
    • Timmerman, Kenneth - Shadow Warriors
    • Williams, Juan - Enough: The Phony Leaders, Dead-End Movements, and Culture of Failure That Are Undermining Black America--and What We Can Do About It
    • Wright, Lawrence - The Looming Tower

The Troubles with New Yorkers

I was married nearly 60 years ago….to the cutest,  most wonderful human female animal I had ever met.   She uplifted my spirit, made me laugh, seemed to like me, and smiled alot, was collegiate, studious who respected my studiousness.

Our world predated the foul, ugly drug and sex, violent  black racist and atheist John F.  Kerry  uprisings of the late 1960s…..

She became a journalist; I snooped into Education.   We both still  cherished the few remaining  learning hours of an already collapsing University of Minnesota.

I felt special being with her.

She was an only child.  I had  made myself an only child, for I was born curious, driven to ask ‘why’ about nearly everything, resulting in grave punishment and banishment from my mother’s habits of the day.   My father, a farm boy from Hope, North Dakota, a distant dad, but a  Godsend as a decent  American,  worked seventy hours a week at his drug store.

No one in my neighborhood had any money in those days.

His dad, Frank Ray, my grandfather, was born in Cherryfield, Maine, in 1858, before the beginning of the American Civil War.   Because his family practiced primogeniture, with him being the youngest of four boys,  he left home in 1875 on horseback to go West “to find his way” in life.

He claimed homestead near Hope, North Dakota a few years later, becoming a farmer.

Like my own father, grandfather Ray, who died seventeen years before I was born,  was a busy man of few, very few,  words.     Several months after his leaving Cherryfield, while stopping at Chillicothe, Ohio, he sent a post card, picturing himself, home to his mother, and wrote:

“Mother, I am fine.   Frank…..”    (Somewhere in the mess of my life, I still have that very postcard!)

I became geographically, spiritually, and visually closely attached to my vegetative neighborhood in mostly Twin City, Minnesota where I was born.   As long as I can remember I’ve loved its outdoors….its conifers, elms, gasplants, peonies,  the sun and the shade.    I lived only 3 blocks from the  often roaring Mississippi River  and its limestone walls and cliffs.   When I was ten I began delivering newspapers to pay for my needs, both morning and afternoon routes.   I particularly loved the morning route during spring, summer, and fall,  for the river was at the end of my paper route.  After delivery to about sixty customers, I would explore while the morning was still early,  the riverside, spy on the eagles and other migratory birds highwaying the river going North and South, watch the fox,  racoons and snakes in their times.   I knew I had discovered heaven….and that heaven, the beauty, the smell, touch, and sight of its Earth,  has never left me.

After thirty four years of marriage, my wife did, however.   She remained  an indoor person anxious to read leftwing matter she had received in college.    She dreamed of New York and things “more important”, less provincial, for a modern woman than anything outside school and office.   Leftism had become her Bible.    Our three children, two boys and a girl, good people, adult people,  love her dearly, as they should.     Only two love…. (respect….honor, ala Dennis Prager)  their dad dearly, as they should.   And then, there is my daughter who has been groomed to be her mother’s special child since birth.

She is a modern American gal of talent and brilliance without education.   She is an artist….and a successful one, one I am exceptionally proud of…..and she lives, and has lived in New York now for more than  twenty years.   Her own dance training took her from home to San Francisco and Cleveland, Ohio  years  before that.  Again, she is very much her mother’s indoor product, quite certain of her own superior talents which have taken her to Gotham where she owns, manages, and teaches her ballet school on Manhattan.

What dad could more proud?    Certainly, not I.   My art and career  of life eventually became entrenched in  the acts  of creating beautiful landscape gardens…..the most honored of all visual art forms throughout history.    Ballet usually is considered, at least traditionally considered another visual art form, one more entertaining than spiritual.   (My own mother and dad met in St. Paul, Minnesota in the mid-1920s while competing and then partnering  in the dance competitions  of their day of ball room dancing.)    “Nothing like knowing your own genetics,” I always say.

And now the crux of my writing here.   After marriage I became free to travel, especially to Europe and its Britain because of the landscape garden paradises there which seem to grow like weeds in number, but glories usually in visual beauty.

I traveled to New York City countless times, twenty, thirty, for various reasons to expand my understandings of Americana far more than landscape gardening.   (The human animal is more fascinating in its doings and history than the plant world, I do confess……if you haven’t already noticed.)    And, despite her, I love and shall always love my daughter…..unbeknownst to her, for she is a profound lefty’s lefty, til my heart no longer beats.

My  last visit to Donald Trump’s city was the October following the Islamic ‘bombing’ of the World Trade Center.

Daughter and father discovered and enjoyed company together for the better part of a week while I was there……She, with leftist suspicion and caution about her dad, me,  with fatherly  love.    The evening before my departure, the evening of rediscovered  family warmth, as I was about to leave her apartment,  my beloved daughter warmly, deeply, beautifully said to me…..

“Dad!   You know, you could really have made something of yourself if you had come to New York!”       My mind and body hugged her very tightly.   I kissed her  and loved ever more warmly her even though she had become  a true New Yorker who knows so nothing about the warmths and beauties of my own  home country.

New Yorkers are the product they produce.     Despite all of Donald Trump’s countless flaws, so many made so public, I still love the guy…..even that  New York in him.   After all, I was born and raised a real American, the  midwestern one.







Krauthammer: The State of the Presidency is Spent


by Charles Krauthammer at the Washington Post:

“President Obama’s Tuesday night address to Congress was less about the state of the union than the state of the presidency. And the state of this presidency is spent.

The signs of intellectual exhaustion were everywhere. Consider just three. After taking credit for success in Syria, raising American stature abroad and prevailing against the Islamic State — one claim more surreal than the next — Obama was forced to repair to his most well-worn talking point: “If you doubt America’s commitment — or mine — to see that justice is done, just ask Osama bin Laden.

Really? Five years later, that’s all you’ve got?

Indeed, it is. What else can Obama say? Talk about Crimea? Cite Yemen, Libya, Iraq, the South China Sea, the return of the Taliban?

“Surveys show our standing around the world is higher than when I was elected to this office,” Obama boasted. Surveys, mind you. As if superpower influence is a Miss Universe contest. As if the world doesn’t see our allies adrift, our enemies on the march and our sailors kneeling, hands behind their heads, in front of armed Iranians, then forced to apologize on camera. (And our secretary of state expressing appreciation to Iran after their subsequent release.) “…..  please read on:


The Universal Evil of Feminism

Fascism , Communism, Marxism, and today’s Atheism, Feminism and Islamism, have been or  are,  the main lethal diseases afflicting the human soul of the past century and a half.

Tyranny and its  evil, like the common cold, along with need, will always be available to interfere with human peace and comfort.   After all, there cannot be  “GOOD” without “EVIL” in thinking- man’s world.

Although Godless, each disease  has a religious component selling its wares as a new wave of human improvement and superiority.

All have had their disciples of spirit and action.  All are based upon worship of  evil’s leading warriors….. hate, greed, fear,  ignorance, intolerance, and need, and are nearly always  sold in the name  of doing good for somebody, something,  or another.

These are aggressive warriors whose weapons know no bounds.  Truth is their Enemy…..and yes, Truth has also  a long history of warriorhood.

In our Earth’s cultural West,  today’s feminist fascists, animals of all sexes, colors, shapes, and sizes are celebrating their  evil  upon  world stage.   Mixed  with the evils of Marxism and fascism, the dogma of their  day is based upon the sweet syrup of equality, a major lie,  that there is no difference between the human male and human female animals, that their proper role in the history of life has been imprisoned,  kept subservient to men by jealous,  evil-minded, inferior-feeling human males who have forever controlled history and history’s tales…..that the human female animal’s superiority has been kept in male prisons for the past million years of Earth’s inhuman human history.

The dogma sells especially well at   feminized universities in the West.

Today, our day in the West, is her moment of retribution, revenge and replacement.    Born ditsy with superior feelings, she has,  at last,  arrived at her own throne on the globe ready to conquer.

She has her major,  ‘superior’ weapon….FEELINGS to sell mankind.

Enter  the Gloria Steinems of our century.