The Bubbles We Live In

We all live in bubbles. We are a collection of out experiences. Our experiences are a result of the environments we live in. To a certain extent we shape our environment, who we listen and talk to. What we read and watch has an effect. What we do for work and play will have an effect. Other experiences are beyond our control. Where and when we were born. The attitude of communities we live in. Like snowflakes, we are all alike, but different. We are individuals with different experiences.

Those that know me know that I tend to tell circular stories. I start with a premise then amble off on a tangent to something seemingly unrelated. I then work in a couple of seemingly unrelated stories before returning with some clarity to the original premise.

This of course is a political blog. It is about the workings of the political machine, I started it because I was unsatisfied with what was in the news. This is my view, because I know the media lies.

I may have mentioned that I started life in New York suburbia. I attended five different colleges and universities. I had a tendency to argue with my professors. I fell though the cracks. You succeed in school by telling your professors what they want to hear.

I spent most of my life in manufacturing. I enjoy making things. Things that make people’s lives better. I made light that brought people home from darkness. I used light to make people better. I was a small cog in a very big machine.

You do not get to choose who you work with in manufacturing, the only real qualification was a certain willingness to work. That willingness was almost always predicated by the need for money. Over the years I trained many people how to work, or more precisely how to run machines. It is machines that make our life better.

During breaks in working people talk about many things. Lawns for example. Type of lawnmower, for example. How long does it take to mow the lawn, how long does the grass grow. There is so much to talk about mowing lawns. For half the people, the other half do not have lawns. They don’t care about lawns. It does not make them had people, they just don’t have a lawn to talk about. Me, I can talk about lawns all day. The neat thing is there are so many interests, golfing, boating, carol singing, ballroom dancing. The list goes on.

Fellow workers are like family, you are with them all day every day. You have to get along. It is baked into the system. Of course people talk about politics. There is no price of admission, everyone qualifies. There is no one point of view though, everyone works. Not everyone agrees, there is no uniformity of thought baked into the system. When it comes to manufacturing tolerance is the key. Every machine has tolerance. Every job has tolerance. Ask anyone that runs a machine what the tolerance is, and they will have an answer. Tolerance is a requirement to properly operate a machine. That being said, there was a certain political point of view that prevailed. Grassroots support you might say.

I do not know how many people I have taught to run machines, a lot though. I like machines. I like to watch them work, I believe in them. I go places to look at machines.

As I said earlier my stories can be circular. I applied for a job tending machines in academia. In the working world the academic world had a reputation. I never thought I would get the job because of my political views. I once had a bumper sticker on my car. then there was that sign in my truck. Surely someone would remember. I never once mentioned my political views. Still, I was shocked when I was hired. I remembered from way back, in academia dissent was not allowed. Maybe I was wrong? I have kept my voice quiet.

Back to current events, the president of the college tasked the vice president of diversity and equity to have a response for Juneteenth. I dutifully watched. There was some information on Black History, which of course is what I expected. At some point I may add some local information on Black History that no one seems to know, but that is for another day. The big takeaway, in her view is that society is systemically racist. It is baked into the system, she literally said that it is in the water that we drink. I wasn’t really shocked. It was the same thing that, let me charitable, protesters were saying when they were tearing down the statues to our past.

Let me return to the beginning of my story. The bubbles we live in. That must be quite the bubble she lives in, a bubble where everything is racist. Sometimes realization is slow, I pondered her response for a while. She believes everything is racist. Somehow I expected more of a history lesson. I was wrong.

After a week I understood. It was what I have been writing about all along. The Democrat Party controls academia. When you probably have spent your entire life having your thoughts controlled by the Democrat Party, well, this is the result. I was curious on how racism had personally affected her. She said she was proud of her color, which is OK. I have no problem with that. Other than that, I was left with a sad conclusion.

What I am seeing is the Vice President of Diversity and Inclusion that works in a completely Democrat Party supporting system totally believes in systematic racism. That truly is what she sees in her bubble. My conclusion is the Party in which she lives her life bubble must be systematically racist. Isn’t that what she is saying? Also, isn’t that what I have been saying all along?








Typically I try not to name call. However, take all the names that the Democrats call President Trump, up them an order of magnitude or two, or three, and you will have Joe Biden.

It is that simple.

George Floyd Timeline

The death of George Floyd has had a significant impact on American history. I thought I might recap a timeline of some of the events.

  • George Floyd was murdered Monday May 25th, 2020
  • Tuesday the 26th, a video of his death goes viral. Four police officers are fired, and I think they were also arrested. There are also protests in Minneapolis where he died.
  • Wednesday the 27th. During the launch of a manner SpaceX launch President Trump mentioned the death of George Floyd and said that justice will be served. This was the first I had heard of George Floyd. My wife had seen the video of his death, and was not happy about it. She said Trump was right to investigate.
  • The evening of May 27th, a Target store was set on fire, then a local police station. Protesting turned to rioting.
  • May 28th, widespread rioting in Minneapolis. Also the first death.
  • That weekend rioting goes nationwide. Some would call it protesting, but it was really rioting.
  • June 1st, evidence of the rioting being planed emerged. Preplacement of bricks and fire bombs for the “protesters”. 13 Biden campaign staffers donate to the Minnesota Freedom Fund, a group that pays bail for “protesters”. The Freedom Fund quickly raises 20 million dollars.
  •  June 5th. During the preceding week four policemen and 13 others were killed during the rioting.
  • June 8th. Rioters have been vandalizing statues. Including a statue in Boston honoring former slaves that fought with the Union Army during the civil war. Miles and miles of city streets have been vandalized, burned, and boarded up in cities across the country. Hundreds of businesses have been destroyed. more jobs lost, and people’s ability to work and shop in their local neighborhoods have been lost.
  • Juneteenth. Juneteenth is declared a holiday in many places. In celebration many statues are torn down. Including statues of George Washington and Ulysses Grant.

Society has broken. Or is it being purposely destroyed?

Statue Toppling

“Lawlessness is lawlessness. Anarchy is anarchy is anarchy. Neither race nor color nor frustration is an excuse for either lawlessness or anarchy.” – Thurgood Marshall

Well I was really wrong. I mistakenly thought Juneteenth was a celebration of history. Some celebration. Amongst other things they celebrated by toppling a number of statues. Statues never hurt anyone. Sure some may have been in poor taste, but that is a judgemental thing. There are procedures. Anyway they, the celebratory protesters, toppled a statue General Grant. The very same General Grant that lead the Union Army. An army that won the Civil War. A war that freed the black race from slavery. Then as President, Grant he gave the former slaves the right to vote.

The “protesters” are upset with that? Do they realize that the are asking to be placed back in bondage? I implore you to never vote for a Democrat. They encourage this deranged behavior. They are wrong. They can not be trusted. Full Stop.


Well, this a new holiday for me. I like the fact that it is based on history. Plus it is a celebration. Hopefully it catches on and becomes something better.

Frankly I was horrified by the recent riots. I believe they were politically motivated. Yet the results simply oppressed the poor. Rich white people burning down the businesses that the poor depend on. When hate becomes a political force bad things happen.

I am a firm believer that protesting doesn’t work. Sometimes it is just cover for the work of the evil. Other times it is just ineffectual. Rarely is protesting effective.

Celebrations, they are effective. They mark accomplishments. Juneteenth is the celebration of a small part of a larger accomplishment.

I hope the celebration continues.

Wuhan Flu

Some things are just a physical manifestation of a spiritual process. Half the country wants the president to fail, really they want him to fail by any means possible. Truly the greatest desire of millions is the disruption of the Trump presidency.

It is hard to find something that we want that is not made in China. Karma. Personally I believe the flu was unintentional. However it may have been an answer from a higher authority.

For the cynical, the outcome fits nicely. The rich are safely ensconced within their private estates, whilst the rest of us work or die. A nice designer flu designed to rid the world of the unproductive. Some believe nothing happens without a reason.

So here we are worse off than we were before, and nothing has changed. I do wonder what happens next.


Typically I write about politics. COVID is not political. It is a disease, or more accurately a virus. It doesn’t affect one party or another. Party affiliation does not affect how people respond to the virus.

Yet people want to make it political. Even worse, they will use the disease for political gain. Your health now depends on who you vote for. I will stop there.

Factually, the virus affects old people. It is transmitted by close proximity. Personally, I am in a bit of a gray zone, not in real danger, but not real safe either. Let’s just say I am aware. Going into large  crowds is not in my future.

Give old people, the ill too, plenty of space, do not crowd them seems like a simple formula.

I do follow hospitalization rates for the disease. It is a better indicator than new cases. More testing means more cases. The median time from infection to symptom is five days. So a week after a relaxation of a quarantine I start checking hospitalization rates. I really hope this thing goes away. It is real, possibly a million people could have died. However it is time to go back to work.  For the old people, just give them some space. Don’t crowd them.

The virus is evolving, hopefully we get a vaccine and it goes away.

Thank You

I’m Guilty

Systematic racism is a thing, and I am guilty.

Now let me tell you my story. My father was a liberal’s liberal. He enjoyed liberal causes and protesting. He would stand in the road in a black burka and hold a bloody doll, when others would just hold signs. He wanted to be arrested for his cause. Let me pause, and go back in time.

My father moved to Westchester county to have a family, he wanted his family to live in a good neighborhood and have good schools. The church we went to was occasionally broadcast on live TV, back when there were only three networks. I played with black children in the schoolyard. I spent summer’s in the countryside. Life was idyllic. The neighborhood may have not been exactly multiethnic, but it was multicultural. I was in a minority. I was what was called a WASP, and I did not know any others with the same label.

My first exposure to racism was in high school. I wanted to play basketball like Larry Bird. I was told white boys were not allowed in gym. Gym was for the blacks because they were disadvantaged, I had to understand that. I thought that it was interesting that white girls were allowed in the gym though. Anyway my favorite high school teacher was Mr. Bollock, the shop teacher. He was very black.

When I went to college I ended up in a dorm with forty Iranian students and a black guy. Most people thought he was a pimp. I did not really talk to him. The Iranians thought I was Savak, I convinced them that I was not. I did introduce the Iranians to Christmas. I set up Christmas tree for them, we shared presents and had a good time. Thirty eight of were very happy, two were not.

Though I went to college, I was not very good at it. I had a Columbian girlfriend. A very large muscular black man introduced himself to me with some very racist words. He told me to stick to my own kind then he laid me out flat on the floor. Thankfully his friends pulled him off of me. I think he was upset about football. I forget all about it until much later in life.

One time my fathers company hired me to help them move. I worked with a big black guy named Jet. He seemed a bit paranoid, I told him it was OK, nobody was out to get him. Nobody seemed to want to move my fathers secretary’s desk. So I went to pick up her typewriter. She burst into tears! I assured her that her desk would be just the way it is in the new building. I set it up perfectly for her. Very strange.

During most of my working life it was good if you were black. You would get a promotion. It was just the way it was. Sometimes we wondered why, sometimes not.

We used to get Life magazine along with Time and Newsweek. We listened to NPR. We were solid middle class, in a very liberal county. I voted for Jimmy Carter in my first election. He was both a nuclear physicist and a farmer! I found out later that he liked to build houses. What a great guy. I did notice that we had three different magazines for different point of view, but they always had the same person on the cover. I knew we live in a big world, what were the odds?

My father liked “All in the Family” a TV show. They had talked about it in  church. I said that it is a show that only talks about racism. I was told of course, it mocks racism. I disagreed, it described racism in all its forms. How would we know it we were not told. I cared more about tools, cars, and building. I did not watch that show, or its kind.

I moved to the countryside where I had spent my summers. The town was ninety eight percent Republican. So I registered Republican. My father was a big fan of John Anderson. He was going to win. I more or less believed my father at the time. However a neighbor from the country invited me to watch the presidential debate. He had a TV. It was Carter vs Reagan. My neighbor was very nice and did not mention politics. He just wanted me to watch the debate. It was black and white. I remember a fly landed on Jimmy Carter, I may or may not of mentioned it. I do not remember whom I voted for. Reagan won in a landslide, Anderson who? Yes, I was distinctly out of touch, now I was aware of it.

I still listened to NPR. One day Newt Gingrich compared NPR to Radio Moscow, and said that the government should defund NPR. I thought maybe NPR was more like the BBC and should receive even more funding. We do not really need commercialism. Seemed very logical to me. Yes, I was astonished when the commentators went on a vicious anti Newt rant. Logic had left their mind.

Reagannomics was good for me and members of my family. The actor had pulled through. Trickle down, or whatever you wanted to call it, worked.

Let me back up a bit here. You can see I was raised a liberal. I know them and love them, I seek their approval. Now let be get a bit Freudian. You remember my dad’s secretary? He was having an affair with her. Her daughter was in an asylum. My dad wanted to be like her. With the help of some of his relatives who did not like me, they put me in an asylum. I simply considered it continuing education. Yet I still wanted to be loved by him. I continued to seek his approval till he died, and probably still do so. Politically I have changed, yet I desire the approval of the radically liberal. Of course I end up getting hurt. I know them better than they know themselves.

I was fortunate to interact personally with the Trump family. I know everything the media says about him is lies. I know it in my heart. Worse, because of my desire for acceptance I know the hearts of the most liberal. Yet it is the lies that are conventional wisdom.

Now it is time for me to lick the boots of my oppressors. I do so willingly. This is where I am guilty. Black lives matter. Of course all lives matter. This is where I am wrong. We live in a fascist society where only certain lives matter. The others, like mine do not. I think that is why I write, because of injustice. They are wrong.

I like these people, I want them to be my friends. Therefore I make excuses for them. Everyone is entitled to their opinion I will say. Instead I should say that is simply a racist hateful lie. That is where I am guilty.

Like those two cops that were with the cop that killed that guy. They were on the job for four days. I am guilty like them, they did not stop the crime. I feel bad for them, they must hurt inside. I am sure they wanted the other cop to like them.

Three of my ancestors fought in the civil war. One became famous, one died in battle, one wrote a diary. I see no monuments to them on the national mall. Thank them for the 14th amendment. It would not have happened otherwise. I will guess that they were the first Republicans in my family.

The Democrat party is a crime. Conceived on the Trail of Tears, spending its childhood raising the Confederate Flag, then donning the white hood of the KKK. The party then perfected systematic racism with the Great Society. Sure their were some good moments. It’s not what your country can do for you, but what can you do for your country. They don’t say that anymore. I will continue in a moment.

Now I will concede that blacks suffer economically. Jobs could make a difference. That was Trump’s platform. Full stop. It was making a difference. The party of racist hate was not happy about that. Bad cop kills a man says President Trump. Party of hate translates that to say White Cop kills Black Man. Everyone must agree. Organized riots ensue.

Organized is the key. The party of hate is the free world’s largest political organization. Many think that they have sold out to the world’s largest political organization. It’s probably true. Or maybe Joe Biden is really Vincent Gigante. Anyway the party has become overtly criminal. From pink hats to brick throwing criminals, they have it all. Motivated by a desire to keep the economy from recovering before the election they have resorted to lawlessness. Pre positioning bricks for rioters, absolutely despicable. No you can’t have a graduation, wedding or funeral because pandemic. But you can riot! Spontaneous peaceful protests with pre positioned bricks and paid agitators. They destroyed hundreds of small businesses and thousands of jobs. Yes that helps the black man and woman. Not!

Protesting by itself doesn’t accomplish anything except maybe brainwashing. Protesting with hateful violence, despicable! What’s next on their agenda?

Yes I am guilty. Guilty of being nice to these people and looking past their faults. They desire to rip the fabric of society for their own gains. For even in the unlikely event they get voted out, they will remain as a criminal organization. Systematic racism for personal advantage is all they know. Vote them out! Then distance yourself from the remainder. They have infected themselves, they are toxic.