• Pragerisms

    For a more comprehensive list of Pragerisms visit
    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

When America Used To Be Beautiful!

I was born in 1934 in the quiet city of St. Paul, Minnesota. Minnesota, actually in our United States of America. My Mother made certain I was Churched on Sunday mornings. She always was at my side during sermons…..She had bipolar problems from time to time, but never, never at Church.

Nearly ALL of the businesses in St. Paul back then were closed on Sundays. INTENTIONALLY. FOR KNOWING THE BIBLE WAS ESSENTIAL IN AMERICAN LIFE BACK THEN. I LOVED THE BIBLE THEN, AND NOW! AMERICA WAS CIVIL THEN, BUT NOT NOW.

My father’s father, Frank Ray, was born in Cherryfield, Maine in 1857 or 1859, depending upon the print of his birth certificate…..BEFORE THE CIVIL WAR HAD BEGUN. His family apparently was very wealthy from some ocean oriented industry around Cherryfield.

The family practiced primogeniture, the family condition in which only the older son, or sons, would receive the family wealth upon the FATHER’S death. My father was the third son and did not qualify to the family’s primogeniture status. But, my grandfather’s dad did purchase two thousand acres of land a few miles south of HOPE, NORTH DAKOTA where his third son could raise a family….but on his own!

In 1877 my grandfather left Maine to settle his purchased property near Hope. I own a postcard from Chillicothe, Ohio, with my grandfather’s picture on ‘the front’ on his way West. He was sitting on his horse.

On the note side, he wrote to his mother: “MOTHER, I’M FINE! FRANK”.

About ten years later another series of wagons got stuck crossing the Sheyenne River which ran by or through Grandfather Ray’s property near Hope. This family had left Wisconsin and had purchased some property near my Grandfather’s farm. A gal, about twelve years old at the time, Anna Williams, was one of the half dozen Wisconsin folks attached to the settlement to be nearby Grandpa Frank’s farm.

Six years later she married my grandfather and bore five children, Sam, Frank, Lawrence, Herbert, and Catherine four of whom became important in my life.

I never got to meet Sam. He wasn’t well received by his mother when he eloped from HOPE at age 16 with one of his high school teachers. My dad was the only one in the family who was permitted to maintain contact with “Uncle Sam”, my uncle.

Grandfather Ray caught throat cancer when World War I broke out. Grandmother Ray served as the queen of the family. She settled in St. Paul before I was born…. I loved her dearly, as did the entire family. She died from a stroke in 1948 when I was 14.

Sunday’s were then still designed for family life. Most American males worked six day a week.

EVERY CHILD I KNEW HAD A MOTHER AT HOME THEN! MOTHERS BROUGHT NEIGHBORS TOGETHER WHILE RAISING CHILDREN WHO NEVER SWORE IN PUBLIC WHERE I LIVED…NEVER! AND NEVER WITHIN MY FAMILY WHETHER MOTHER’S OR DAD’S. DURING WORLD WAR II, TWO NEIGHBORS LOST THEIR SONS.

My Mother’s Grandmother, my GREAT GRANDMA KRAFT, was born in 1850, in Germany. She could grasp English well, but was not comfortable speaking to adults in English…..I ADORED HER SO, BECAUSE SHE LOVED SPEAKING TO ME…..OFTEN, AS IF I WERE AND ADULT!!

She lived on the West side of St. Paul….where Germans lived in droves back then. Her GARDENS were always beautiful…..as were her sons, five or six of them including my own Grandpa Danner.

No one was dumb enough in those days to create “Junior High Schools” in those days. Ninth grade was in high schools then….No one would be so stupid then of allowing puberty developing boys to own a classroom or hallways.

I was in high school from 1948 to 1952. I was born dyslexic, but it hadn’t been identified yet. I NEVER HAVE BEEN ABLE TO READ A NOVEL, NOT EVEN A COUPLE PAGES REMEMBERING WHAT I READ.

I’VE COLLECTED BOOKS ALL OF MY LIFE……PROBABLY OWNING OVER 2,000 OF THEM IN MY HOUSE ON SHELVES. I’ve looked at all of them over the past 50 years.

WHEN A CHILD I’D SNEAK DOWNTOWN ST. PAUL BY STREETCAR WHERE I COULD LOOK THROUGH THE PICTURES OF THE NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICS…..FROM 1920s AT THE DOWNTOWN LIBRARY. I could read newspaper clippings attached to war front pictures in the Sunday Rotogravure sections of the St. Paul Sunday Pioneer Press….and still remember the newspaper’s pictures of the Battle for Midway in 1942!

…..but, I’ve never been able to read a book….but loved atlases. Mother must have known something special…for CHRISTMAS, 1941, SHE BOUGHT ME MY FIRST GLOBE OF THE WORLD….AND CHRISTMAS 1942, MY FIRST ATLAS, WHICH I STILL OWN! MAY GOD STILL BLESS AMERICA!

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